#ellaria sand x male reader

[tricksh0t]

★ the aspect of the warrior

☾ ellaria sand & oberyn martell x top m reader (+ olyvar)

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ first threesome 😜 (technically orgy); connected to broken merchandise (petyr baelish) but can be read as a standalone. unfortunately ended up having a lot more olyvar than i intended, so take that in mind.

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 3.25 words

cw: switch reader, top male reader, bottom oberyn, switch oberyn, blowjobs, non-descriptive cunnilingus, prostitution, use of the name whore, missionary, doggy, mentions of the Faith religion, lighthearted and humorous s*x, unfortunately rather fast paced

You've served a long variety of clientele before. Men and women, cock and cunt. You've tugged brown, black, blonde and red hair; stared lustfully into brown, onyx, green and blue eyes; kissed both rough and soft lips as well as given and taken.

You've had real warriors who played into your character or were simply too clueless.

Bastards, too. Waters, Rivers, Flowers, Hills and Stones. Maybe a Pyke and Snow or two, but never a Sand.

Nobles, as well, of many different statures. Wealthy and unfortunate, Lords and Ladies, heirs, but never a Prince.

Prince Oberyn Martell and his paramour, Ellaria Sand, were simply not an offer you could refuse; but they had come without an appointment or any notice, and so you were already caught up with another client.

You'd never miss this for the world, though.

"There he is. The Aspect of the Warrior." At the sound of Oberyn's voice, Olyvar pulls off the prince's cock with an obscene, wet pop.

Prince Oberyn looks you up and down, taking every inch of your well-oiled, famed muscles, from your neck to your calves. Eventually his eyes land on your already sweaty small clothes, and the forming bulge of your arousal. "You are very late, Ser Strong. We would have died if you had been a second too late. You come without your armor, even."

"Cut him some slack." Ellaria chimes. She pets the girl's hair who's currently eating her out absentmindedly, like it's nothing. "He was obviously previously preoccupied. Though, if you ask me, he should've cut whatever he was doing to come straight here."

Olyvar watches, both amused at your humiliation and also annoyed because you've taken his attention.

Oberyn grabs a handful of your new salesman's hair, just calling for his attention as he tugs. "How much is he, then?"

"Expensive."

"More than you?"

Olyvar scoffs, but does give in and nod.

The prince doesn't let the gesture slip by. "What is it, do you two not like each other?" He is growing more amused by the second.

Olyvar looks at you. There, beneath his glare, you catch a glint. He's just playing. While both the prince and his paramour may know your warrior reputation is only a facade, they do not know many other things about how you play. "He is distasteful. Just look at him, all that muscle and he does nothing but fuck all day."

Both Ellaria and Oberyn laugh, falling into the web of how captivating Littlefinger's whores can be.

"Let them have a go at each other, see if that settles their differences." Ellaria suggests.

Oberyn agrees by silently letting go of Olyvar's hair, but his face gives off all his excitement. He's looking for a show.

Olyvar approaches you in quick strides, then he's quickly wrapping his arms around your neck and giving you a kiss that'd steal the breath of anyone that isn't used to him. You reciprocate, roughly grabbing hold of his naked hips, shifting more towards the small of his back. You grasp, getting the bones of his hips and the meat of the top of his cheeks within your knuckles.

"Let's give them a show." Olyvar whispers as he pulls away. You can barely reply before he's pushing you, knocking you down on the bed right between Ellaria and Oberyn. The perfect spot.

He climbs onto your lap and you're back to kissing again. It's a clash of teeth this time, a methodologically feigned hunger for you and what you can bring him. Your hands quickly find his hips, and you're playing just as hungry, guiding him into a harsh, unsubtle grind over your thinly veiled cock.

You can faintly hear the other girl shifting, pulling away from Ellaria as the woman has stopped paying attention to her.

Olyvar moves and so do you, back on your elbows and lifting your hips so he can take your small clothes off. Your cock springs out and he's already grinding against it, ready to take it in in one swift go.

Before that even happens, though, Ellaria gasps a "ooh" and Oberyn wolf-whistles.

The prince's voice stops the two of you. "Now that is a cock that cannot go to waste."

You and Olyvar exchange looks. It's a quick thing, before the blonde is slipping off your lap, his job accomplished.

Oberyn gestures for you to come to him, but Ellaria grabs hold of your bicep before you do. Her hand cannot even wrap around it. "Ladies first." She says, addressing her lover with a smirk.

The prince obliges with a smile of his own, but you've long years of reading people and can see below that a slight bit of disappointment.

Ellaria lays further back onto the bed, her short hair falling behind her, splayed out like a halo. She spreads your legs as if to show herself off as your prize, that charming smirk on her face daring you to take it.

You kiss a path up her ankle. A Sand, tanned skin and dark hair yet both are smooth and shiny, unlike what Lords tell you about Dorne. They portray it as a land where the people broil miserably under the heat, causing wrinkles in the youthful. Perhaps it is that they are wrong, or perhaps it is that Ellaria Sand is a woman well taken care of, lucky to have caught the eye of a Dornish prince.

That same eye follows you as you trail up her leg and to her cunt, getting a taste of it; protective, perhaps, or otherwise jealous.

"I've had enough of tongues," Ellaria says, calling your attention. She tilts up your chin with just two finger, "'sides, that cock of yours is what we're interested in, Aspect of the Warrior."

"Nothing about my muscles?" You respond, fixing yourself up into position, kneeling between her legs.

Ellaria can admit that her eyes trail down, beginning at your shoulders and your biceps all the way down until she can't. "They are very appealing, but you must understand I often get my fill." She glances towards her lover.

Oberyn winks when you glance over.

You concede with a small laugh and the shake of your head. "Then what appeal is there to The Aspect of the Warrior?"

"Fame and reputation." Oberyn answers for the both of them. Ellaria is much too impatient on the other hand, and beckons you in by kicking your ass slightly with her foot. "You're rough, but also pliable. Headstrong, but also willing."

You'd reply, but Ellaria is staring you down with such a look of "just do it already".

You obey her, slowly pushing into her warmth. Her hand lands on your shoulder, well-kept nails digging into the flesh.

"I'm not fragile." She says confidently.

And again you obey, though you'd been cautious initially for a reason. Ellaria gasps, legs wrapping around your waist with a start. Her nails rake down your back.

"A stretch?" Oberyn asks, head propped up with his elbow, much more interested in this than the whore licking at his asshole and prepping him.

"Very." She says, almost having to choke it out. She sounds eager anyway when she continues, "Go on."

The first you give her seems to Ellaria much too boring. If you have a big cock, she expects you to know how to use it. "Is that the hardest you can go, aspect?"

You'd expected her to learn her lesson after the shock of having to take all of you in swiftly.

"The Aspect of the Warrior is also part of the Faith." You almost scold as you grab her by the lower back and hold her up, giving you a better angle to thrust into her cunt. "So, as much as strength is a part of him, the Faith cares for his subjects."

"Very charming, the way he talks in third person." Oberyn jokes, but his paramour is much too preoccupied with the cock splitting her open, the way she seems to like it.

She clenches around you, head already falling back. Her mouth splays open with mutterings of curses and moans.

She can hardly let go of you, even, the clench keeps you there, as if her legs don't do a well enough job already, and her arms are wrapped around your back.

"You must have a name, beyond Faith and Warrior. You don't expect her to scream those, do you?" Oberyn steals one of Ellaria's hands from your back to lazily intertwine his fingers with hers.

"They have been heard, around the halls." Olyvar responds for you, still servicing the prince with his tongue.

He looks amused at that, exclaiming sarcastically, "Oh, warrior! Save me, warrior."

"Yes," Ellaria moans, caught up in her own world, "yes, ser."

"Hmm." Oberyn hums, impressed. "That works."

You wonder if you're doing a better job than the prince usually does. For a couple so active, you'd imagine there's some sort of desensitization by now. There's some pride in knowing that you're making her feel this good, to lose her mind, when Oberyn might not even do the same anymore.

Speaking of, he watches in interest as you lick your thumb to press it down against his paramours clit. She keens loudly as you rub the nub in circles, prompting a quick and shuddering orgasm.

"That was fast." Oberyn teases, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Oh shut up, you." Ellaria wheezes out, regaining her breath. She squeezes back.

She gives your cock one final squeeze, like a parting gift, as you pull out. As soon as you do so, Oberyn is beckoning you over, much better at hiding his impatience and so displaying it now.

He's slower with it, though. It is merely having you that excites him already.

He parts only one leg, encasing your side with it, while he keeps the other under you so your hard lengths are not far apart. When he grabs the back of your neck to pull you down for a kiss, it is an intentional move, as you lean down towards him and your cocks press against each other.

His tongue was hot against yours, his swollen lips addictive, and so you chase him as he parts from the kiss. He grinds his cock up against yours, and so you chase that as well with your hips.

Oberyn's already got you wrapped around his finger.

You hardly notice the way Oberyn is sizing you up until Ellaria speaks up, propped up against the pillows in a heavenly kind of way in her post-orgasmic glow. "He's bigger. No use in denying that."

"I usually don't like brutes." Oberyn says, and somewhere, vaguely, you know he's playing it off by monologuing. His hand reaches down to guide your cock to his hole. "The bigger men get, the more disproportionate and ugly they become. Take the Mountain, for example. That kind of man can only be loved by his mother."

"I bet even that isn't true." Ellaria laughs.

Between the two of them, you're more preoccupied with getting your cock into the prince. For one, you've yet to orgasm, for two, he's a prince.

Maybe it's being a Prince that makes you pretty, or maybe it's being a Lord that makes you ugly, because in the hierarchy of nobility, Oberyn Martell is probably the best noble you'll ever get to fuck, and it isn't for his money or his status.

Oberyn stares you down as you push in. His stare keeps you in place, washing away any aspects of having the bigger body and muscles, of being The Aspect of the Warrior.

He's stoic, like this isn't his first time.

Olyvar speaks up, calling your attention. He's splayed out comfortably on the bed besides Oberyn, instigating, playing that game again. "Have you taken any bigger, Prince Oberyn?"

You and Oberyn turn back towards each other at the same time. The prince reaches up to cup your cheek, some form of endearment that once more keeps you submissive to him. He's inclined to say yes, to poke fun, but, "No, I have not."

"You're playing him a fool." Olyvar says. His hand is warm on the small of your back. Its thumb flicks over your spine, making you shudder.

Oberyn whistles. He felt that. "It is rather fun, you know. A brute at your heels."

Not The Aspect of the Warrior, pointedly. Oberyn sees past your act, doesn't care for it. To him, you're just a big man with a big cock and muscles you don't know how to use.

He takes the sex casually, not giving much reaction to the thrusting of your hips, however slow you're taking it right now. You can't help but take it as an offense. You've always been revered as The Aspect of the Warrior with your clients, for your strength and your build, even by Ellaria herself.

You yearn for a reaction from this tough prince.

You play into the submission, leaning down to capture Oberyn's lips in a kiss, because you want him to think you're needy for it.

He smiles into the kiss, heaving a small laugh through his nose. He finds you amusing.

Little does he know, it's only a distraction. You lift him up, causing him to gasp, then place him on his stomach. Oberyn immediately turns his head to look back at you with indignance, but his eyes shut quickly when he you thrust up to the hilt, because he gets to feel all of you.

"Does that feel good?" You lean down to whisper into his ear as you start up again, going slow just to tease him, because you know he can take more. "To feel all of me?"

He tries to keep stoic, but it's clear in the way his breaths grow ragged that the answer is a resounding yes.

"Did you prep him properly, Olyvar?" You ask just to tease the prince, feigning care.

The blonde chuckles. "Spit and tongue then oil and fingers, my love."

"My love? They've been playing us a fool, Oberyn." Ellaria jokes, but her paramour is much too preoccupied with the cock splitting him open on the more literal sense to notice.

Oberyn sucks in a gasp when you thrust up particularly harshly for the first time, then follow up with that same strength over and over, resulting in a sharp whistle-y sound. It seems to embarrass him.

Much of you embarrasses him, though it seems to please him at the same time. You're bigger than him in body and muscle, engulfing his figure as you fuck into him; you've got a bigger cock, and you pleased his paramour well with it.

There's jealousy somewhere in there, but he doesn't act on it, not when he gets to have you.

"He's good, isn't he?" Ellaria hums.

"Yes he is." Oberyn replies. His face isn't even pointed towards his paramour. It's rather amusing for you this time.

You pick up the pace, and he still doesn't break; because it's not admitting that you're good that you want, it's making him moan unabashedly.

You move his knees, propping him up on them to better fuck into him. Oberyn's breath hitches. Then you press a kiss upon his spine, and, "Oh, warrior!" How ironic.

A steady stream of groans leave Oberyn's mouth as you fuck him. You keep a hand beside his head to lean over him, and another warm hand over his cock. It wraps around the girth of it easily, and then some.

Ellaria laughs, because she of all people should know that Oberyn does not often get like this. "You're no Warrior."

"You're the Stranger." Oberyn chimes up for his part. The need for humor and the lift of his lips in an open-mouthed smile afterwards shows you just how much he likes it.

You chuckle, "Shall I be the death of you today, then, Prince Oberyn?"

"You know, at some point," He laughs too, shakily, "it gets rather fatuous."

He is right. You let your movements take over, pleasuring him. As is your job, pleasuring him, and even past the "honor" of fucking a prince, there is the pleasure of fucking Oberyn.

He's tight, but not like a virgin, you're not his first experience and you like that, because you can go as rough and fast as you like and Oberyn will take it. The pleasure is in knowing that you're the one creating the obscene slapping of skin in the room, and the eyes that watch you, the beautiful Ellaria Sand and Olyvar, your occasional lover. The pleasure is in knowing that you're making a real warrior such as Oberyn shiver and moan.

The hand you have wrapped around him begins to work him in tandem with your thrusts, and it has him spilling over.

Oberyn slumps forward with a sluggish smile, closed teeth now that he has a break. "Will it put a dent in the fortunes I have brought if I ask for another round?"

Olyvar smirks, "If you make it quick, it won't."

"And the warrior still hasn't finished." Ellaria remarks as you pull out of her lover, cock still proud and strong.

"Endurance," You reply, "a selling point."

"And here I thought we were simply not good enough for you." Oberyn turns around to lay on his back. His breaths slow as he relaxes. He nods his head between you and Olyvar, "So, you and him, history?"

"Just coworkers." Olyvar says, all business. "I'm sure you know there are certain folks that simply aren't good at this sort of thing."

"So we weren't good enough." Ellaria laughs. "I'd like to see you get the aspect off, then. If we simply aren't experienced enough."

Olyvar is more than welcome to. In fact, he seems eager to, as you fix yourself upright on the bed and he crawls towards you. Once more, you are playing a show, except this time, there is no goal except to pleasure you.

"Prince Oberyn, Lady Ellaria," Olyvar says as he nears your cock, "take pride in knowing you are simply not whores."

You feel like a King, getting to have all this: a Sand's cunt, a Prince's hole, your part-time lover's mouth. "I'm pampered." You voice.

He stares up at you as he takes you down to the base, something that causes clear surprise in the two Dornish. Olyvar's words make sense to them now, it's the experience that comes with working as a whore that allows him to do this. Or perhaps it isn't, perhaps it is your history together.

You won't voice it, but it's comforting coming back to Olyvar. The way you watch him isn't sultry, it's endearing. The way you grab a handful of his blonde hair isn't sultry, it's appreciative.

Olyvar has boundaries with his clients. He won't swallow, and he won't let them finish inside him, but you're not a client.

When you cum, you do so down his throat, and he swallows gladly.

Oberyn applauds, pulling you away from the sight of Olyvar. "And the show comes to an end."

"So it does." Ellaria sits up and leans towards you, capturing you with a much-needed kiss. She is just a good a kisser as her lover. "Whenever we find ourselves in King's Landing again, I'm sure we'll cross paths."

"I might have him brought back to Dorne, actually." Prince Oberyn jokes.

"You'd like the competition?" Ellaria teases.

Oberyn's eyebrows furrow at that, his anger at the idea almost real. "Perhaps it is a bad idea, then."

A Sand and a Prince, added to your list.

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Being Oberyn's lover

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

~~~

Oberyn is an infamous man for several reasons, some of which include the rumors of his usage of poison during duels and an interest in the dark arts. Posion-laced swords and dark arts aside, one of the most notable things about him is his multitude of lovers. From men to women, nobles to brothel workers, Oberyn is no stranger to sex and hardly a stranger to love. He may have a wandering eye but his heart remains fiercely loyal to his lovers/paramours and his many daughters whom he deeply cares for despite their bastard status. 

As such, it is no surprise that you catch Oberyn's eye during one of his trips with Ellaria throughout Westeros. He needs little convincing to speak to you and is as smooth as butter when he begins flirting. While he enjoys giggling maidens or blushing lords, his interest spikes when you come off as indifferent to his charm. He is a Dornishman and Dornishmen love a challenge, especially when he notices your eyes linger on him for far too long to be uninterested. 

Of course, Oberyn mentions his interest to Ellaria, for she is essentially his wife and the mother of many of his daughters. Ellaria provides her approval and encouragement, even going as far as befriending you and acting as some sort of wingwoman to her lover. You quickly put together her involvement in Oberyn's plan to woo you and while it's unusual at first, you learn that it's not so odd in Dorne. A cat-and-mouse game ensues and Oberyn's interest becomes all the more clear to others.

Oberyn's main love languages are gift-giving and physical touch, although he'll provide every other love language known to mankind. Since Oberyn's interest extends past sex, you'll be properly courted by him and this will include countless lavish gifts. He is a prince, after all, and his wealth knows little bounds. You can expect a variety of gifts, from clothes to brooches and anything you can think of. You mention wanting something? Expect that very thing sitting in your room the next day. Oberyn is also very handsy with his lovers and always has a hand on them or has them sit on his lap. He's still a prince and gentleman, however, so he will keep his hands to himself until you are comfortable enough with him. Once he has that green light, expect to find his hand resting on your waist or back, and don't be surprised if it wanders.

 You nod along to the lord as he speaks, absentmindedly listening to the conversation about lands and such. None of it really interests you as you're the thirdborn in your family and the likelihood of you ever needing to know much of what he spoke of was slim. The conversation shifts onto his children as he recalls a funny story and then begins the prodding.

"I hear you remain unwed." The Lord hums thoughtfully and strokes his beard. "We've been searching for someone to wed my second eldest-"

"My Lord," A familiar voice greets from behind and sends a welcomed jolt up your spine, unable to contain the smile before it breaks out on your face. Oberyn steps up beside you and his lips curl up in a genuine smile for you, the palm of his hand pressing soothingly against your lower back and slowly creeping to wrap his fingers around your hip. He holds eye contact, even as he speaks to the man. "I'm afraid I'll have to steal this one from you, My Lord." He simply states and without waiting for a response, he sweeps you away from the sputtering lord. 

"Oberyn," You laugh softly and send an apologetic look over your shoulder right before Oberyn leads you fully out of the room. He spins around on his heel and cups your face, his warm skin pressing against yours. His eyes lack their typical sultriness or grumpiness, instead replaced with a fond look that makes you want to look away. He leans forward and kisses you gently. 

"How are you, dearest?" 

Once Oberyn manages to convince the head of your family, you find your belongings packed and ready for Dorne. Oberyn and Ellaria show great excitement and contentment over this, talking about all the things they wish to show you and the people they want you to meet. Dorne is a hot, desert and mountain-covered region but Sunspear is a gorgeous castle surrounded by the ocean and the shadow city. Oberyn's family is welcoming, if not a bit exhausted with him, but they're still warm and kind to you. Though Doran is semi-distant at first, his children are much friendlier and happy to get to know you. After Doran and his children, Ellaria introduces you to the Sand Snakes, Oberyn's countless daughters. Their reactions vary and some are more welcoming than others but all are accepting of their father's decision to take you as a serious lover.

While eager to show you his home, Oberyn first gets you acquainted with your new bedroom and the bed. Oberyn is a versatile lover, although he enjoys being the one in control most times depending on his mood. You can expect to spend a lot of time in bed with Oberyn, and sometimes even with Ellaria. Oberyn is a giver and he'll often have you pinned beneath him until you can take no longer before peppering you with kisses and cooing gentle words in your ear. 

Oberyn is a thoughtful and dutiful lover who ensures you'll never feel left behind or cast away. However, you must be fine with sharing him with others, and even if you find this difficult at times, Ellaria will provide soothing words of advice and comfort. Oberyn will ensure to push away any worries or insecurities and he'll even encourage you to seek out your own lovers, just as long as you always return to him. 

If you are a lady, you can surely expect to fall with child soon after arriving in Dorne. Ellaria, who basically becomes your sister, tends to you and helps you through the process of pregnancy and labor. Oberyn will grow protective during this time and you'll often find him resting his hand over the bump or speaking to it. He'll ensure you are being treated with the utmost care and by the very best. Whether son or daughter, Oberyn will love his child, and the Sand Snakes will be incredibly protective of their newest sibling. 

Oberyn is one of those lovers that still courts you well into the relationship. He continues providing gifts and trying to make you swoon all over just because he feels like it. Getting with Oberyn means having a thoughtful, open-minded lover, a kind sister, and countless deadly stepdaughters willing to fight in your honor if they have to. 

[absurdthirst]

AND IT BEGINS!!!!

The Viper’s Bride - ch 1

Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst​

The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 9.9k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol* A slap! Mentions of menstruation, fleeting mention of a suicidal thought, threats of violence, bathing, so much foreplay, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering (anal), MM coupling, MMF threesome, anal sex, oral sex (f giving and receiving), FF coupling, technically this is an orgy. Summary: Upon receiving news of your arranged betrothal, both you and Prince Oberyn of Dorne make your ways to the Red Keep for King Joffrey’s impending nuptials. However, his arrival to the city is significantly more playful than yours. Notes: Welcome to soulmate story number seven! This summer we are getting hot and heavy in Westeros with everybody’s favourite promiscuous prince. Buckle up, my darlings, because this one gets spicy right off the bat 👑💖

Oberyn frowns slightly as the oil slicked hands of the servant press into the arches and joints of Doran’s feet, making his older brother hiss in pain. It must be a harsh day for him, his wheeled chair a near constant as it is now too painful for him to walk even short distances. A far cry from the hale and hearty brother he had grown up with as the youngest of the Martell princes. He knows the oil is warmed, the scent of eucalyptus and mint filling the air as it is worked into the skin, hopefully providing some relief. “I can come back, brother. Let you rest.��

“This is important.” Doran insists, not dismissing either man from his presence. His own discomfort is a stark reminder of the sacrifices that must be made for the throne of Dorne. “You know the Baratheon boy is to marry.” The fact that King Joffrey’s mother is a Lannister makes him an unsavory topic between the Martell brothers, even as Marcella Baratheon plays in the water gardens a mere thirty yards away.

Keep reading

[absurdthirst]

The Watcher {Modern!Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Ellaria Sand}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, vaginal sex, sexual invitation, alcohol, threesome, stripping, nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), wlw, vaginal sex, face sitting, cock worship

Comments: The view out the window of your apartment becomes an obsession, watching the lovers in the building across the way touch each other. Until you discover they know you are watching, and invite you to join.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

**Follow @absurdthirst-writes and turn on notifications to stay up to date on all new fics.

|| MasterList || Oberyn Martell MasterList ||

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Oberyn smirks as Ellaria straddles him, taking off his glasses and setting them down on the small side table, a cheeky grin on her face. He’s been busy reading his book about Ancient Rome, and she is tired of thinking how good he looks with those new glasses on. “You’re interrupting me, my sun.” Oberyn tuts and Ellaria chuckles, grabbing the book and closing it before she sets it down. 

“Like you were reading it anyway. Your eyes have been following me around the room.” She hums, sliding her hands along his shirt clad chest. 

“You’re eager for me. I love it.” Oberyn coos, leaning in to playfully nip his lover’s jaw, his lips pressing onto her cheek until he finds her lips, his hands squeezing her waist.

The first time you had seen the gorgeous couple, they had been directing movers into the building across from yours. The large picture windows that had cost you a fortune to have the view of the city, had also been perfect to see into the spacious apartment. You had been curious, a little envious of the willowy brunette for her exquisite taste in furniture, clothing and men. Then you had gone about your day. Until you had seen them undress each other. 

You hadn’t meant to spy, horrified that you could clearly see their activities and they did not realize it. Until you had seen how intimate they were. Their desire intrigued you and you had watched until they were done. 

Now, you are watching again. Breathless when you see the woman straddle him. You don’t know his name, never formally introducing yourself for fear of dying of shame, but you secretly call him Prince. Not after the musician, but because you would think him a King with his sharp jaw and hooked nose, but he is too carefree. He is more like a Prince, a dashing second son of royalty with all the perks and none of the responsibility.

“My sun. You are exquisite.” Oberyn murmurs, his hands gripping Ellaria’s dress and he’s quick to drag it over her head. When that hits the floor, his large hands cup her tits, grateful she’s not wearing a bra, and he leans in to take her nipple into his mouth.

They are gorgeous together, so beautiful it should piss you off and they are completely enamored with each other. You bite your lip, trying to ignore the throbbing in your pussy as you watch, getting turned on by the scene that has started playing out in front of your windows.

His hands caress her back, sliding down to her ass, and he snakes his fingers under the elastic of her panties, squeezing her ass while she starts to grind onto his hardening cock. “You are a minx, my love.” Oberyn murmurs, kissing up Ellaria’s sternum. “All for you, my prince.” Ellaria murmurs, running her hands through his hair.

Even though you aren’t being touched, your skin starts to tingle, breaths coming out in uneven pants. When they do this, which is often, you are helpless to do anything else. Drawn to them like a moth to the flame. You wish you were there, kissing her beautiful body or sinking your fingers into his short, peppered dark hair.

Oberyn chuckles as Ellaria shifts off of his lap, her fingers hooking in his sweatpants and she drags them down. His hard cock bounces as it’s released from his pants. “Mmm she’s watching again.” Ellaria observes without looking over to the window. Oberyn chuckles and strokes her cheek, “then let’s give her something to watch.”

You don’t know they are talking about you. Imagining the words exchanged between them to be the affirmations of love that you don’t have. No partner in a long time and maybe that’s why you’ve fixated on them. You don’t know who you would want more. The seductive woman, with a bewitching smile and fantastic tits; or the debonair man with a wicked smirk and huge cock. Both have their merits and if you could, in your dream, you would have both.

Ellaria leans in, “we gotta put on a good show for her, lover.” She coos, gripping Oberyn’s cock and he groans when she leans in to slide her tongue along the underside of his length. “Mierda.” He hisses, his eyes closing as she wraps her lips around the head after pushing down the foreskin.

You moan softly, alone in your apartment as you watch her take the man’s cock into her mouth. Wondering how he tastes, how he feels on her tongue. Wishing you could share with her. You shouldn’t touch yourself. Sitting down into a chair that hides all but your head as you watch, you hand slides down to cup your cunt through your leggings.

“Do you think she wants your cunt, my sun. Or my cock? Or both of us?” Oberyn muses as Ellaria starts to bob her head, taking his cock a little deeper. “We could share her. If she wants to come over here.” Oberyn smirks, his chest heaving as Ellaria wrecks him with her mouth like she always does. “Shall we give her a bigger show? Have you ride me so she can watch?” Oberyn groans, caressing Ellaria’s hair.

Over the leggings isn’t enough, making you snake your hand down the stretchy material and groan when you touch the swollen bundle of nerves. You’re already slick, so turned on it’s embarrassing and you would cringe to know if anyone discovered your secret. You’ve become a voyeur, unable to masturbate until the strangers in the building across from your apartment are fucking.

Ellaria pulls off of Oberyn’s cock, a giggle escaping her lips as she straddles him again. Reaching down to grip his cock, she notches him at her entrance and starts to slowly sink down onto him. His hands caressing her back, sliding up to squeeze her tits. “Gorgeous, my sun. She will enjoy watching you.”

Your own moan is audaciously loud, echoing through your apartment as the perfectly cast porno plays out in front of you. You wonder how they feel, her squeezing around him and the way he breaks her open. Your two fingers dip into your soaked cunt and then slide back out to rub slow circles around your aching clit, hissing because of how good it feels.

Ellaria slides her hands up his chest, caressing the sun tattoo on his peck he got in honor of his love for her. She had pulled him out of a dark place after his sister was murdered. “His burst of light in the darkness” is what he called her. “My lover, she is touching herself.” Ellaria declares as she looks in the mirror they set up to watch you without you knowing. “Good. Let her watch. Imagine herself sitting pretty on my cock. Or maybe she’s imagining lapping at where we are joined?” He ponders while she starts to rock on top of him.

If you weren’t obsessed with seeing them every second, you would close your eyes, but you have to watch them. She is so graceful as she rolls her hips and starts to ride that impressive cock. You moan again, imagining being there with them, hearing them.

Oberyn chuckles when Ellaria clenches around him at the thought of both situations. “Don’t worry, my sun. We will find out.” He promises, certain that you’d accept an invitation. He squeezes her ass and playfully slaps her cheek when she rocks faster. “That’s it. Want you to soak my cock with your cum. Take what you need.” He grunts to his lover.

You pant, watching them as they move together. Craving the closeness and the intimacy in each kiss and touch. Even the slap of her ass is one made with affection and you cunt clenches around nothing, wondering what his touch would feel like.

Ellaria rocks a little faster, her breathing starting to pick up and Oberyn leans in to take her nipple into his mouth, his large hands splayed over her back, caressing her as she seeks her orgasm from his cock. “That’s it, lover. Keep going. Want you to cum for me.”

They are so elegant, even as they engage in the most crass or carnal activities. Making you whine and your own breast tingles like his mouth is on it instead of lavishing attention on her small breasts. Your rubbing turns harder, thighs pressing and pushing apart as you grind down.

Ellaria watches you in the mirror, her fingers gripping Oberyn’s shoulders as she works herself on his cock until she’s collapsing against him, her body shaking as her orgasm rocks through her. “That’s it, my love.” He murmurs, bracing his feet on the floor so he can thrust up into her, his jaw clenched.

She came. You know it. It’s so beautiful when she stiffens in his arms and collapses against him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” You whine, so close to cumming yourself as you watch him take over. His cock pumping into her cunt and you imagine that it’s you for a moment. It sends you over the edge and you cry out softly.

Oberyn grunts, lost in the lust of you watching him fuck his lover. Usually he’d last a couple of rounds but today, he’s eager to cum. He pants, his cock thrusting deep and hard into his partner. He knows she can take him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He growls, pushing deep when he stills. Cock twitching inside of her as he paints her walls with his seed.

Your eyes greedily watch as he stiffens, knowing he is cumming. Moaning softly, you can only imagine the bliss of how it feels. Relaxing and feeling guilty because of watching them again.

Oberyn groans as he relaxes beneath Ellaria, kissing along her neck until he playfully bites her chin. “You’re too good for me.” He murmurs, kissing her lips softly. “Don’t be ridiculous, my prince. That’s the sex talking.” She teases and he chuckles. “Should we let the girl know we know she’s watching us?” He asks, leaning back to raise his eyebrows. “Let’s.” Ellaria smirks, shifting off of his cock.

Now is the time that you hate yourself. Dragging your fingers out of your leggings, you vow that you won’t watch them again even though you know you will.

Neither Oberyn or Ellaria rush over to the window. They shower and redress, waiting until you’re relaxed on your sofa when Oberyn takes the notepad over to the window. He presses the pad to the glass so you can read it and smirks when he sees your eyes widen at his presence.

‘We know you’re watching’. Your face flames up and you feel like you are going to just die of embarrassment on the spot. They know! They have known…..but then again, if they have known, why didn’t they lower the automatic shades to conceal themselves. You feel bold and grab the notebook you have next to the chair to write a message back. ‘And you are good’ is what it reads as you hold it up to your own window.

Oberyn smirks at your response, glad that you’re not running away. Ellaria called it. You want them. More than anything. He chuckles and grabs his pen, scrawling out a message. ‘Do you want to join us?’ It reads and he awaits your response.

You’re dreaming. It has to be a dream. But if it’s a dream, you are damn sure you are going to have exactly what you want. You rush to pull your pen out of the sleeve in the front and write a message. ‘What apartment #?’

He quickly jots down the apartment number, showing it to you until you nod, and he writes again. ‘Come over in ten minutes.’ He writes and when you nod again, he walks off and finds Ellaria. “She is coming, my lover.” Oberyn murmurs as Ellaria exits the bedroom and he holds her waist, leaning in to kiss her shoulder.

You spend seven of the ten minutes showering. Shaving quickly and praying that you didn’t miss patches. Sliding into never used lingerie and asking yourself if you are really doing this, you let yourself out of your apartment without even looking out the window again, knowing you would lose your nerve if you did.

When the buzzer rings for the door, Oberyn walks over and lets you in. He glances over at Ellaria who has a sultry smile on her face and she watches as Oberyn opens the door after you ring the doorbell. “Hello.” Oberyn greets you, realizing how pretty you are up close.

“Hello.” He has a slight accent you cannot place and even more striking in person. His dark eyes are filled with amusement and intrigue, drawing you closer to him. You introduce yourself, not sure if they want to know your name honestly.

You’re nervous. Oberyn and Ellaria have shared partners before but it seems you haven’t if your nervous look is anything to go by. “Come in. I’m Oberyn and this gorgeous creature is my partner, Ellaria.” He gestures to the woman waiting at the end of the hall.

“Yes, she is.” You blurt out and then bite your lip. “You are, too. Gorgeous, I mean. Both of you are.” You laugh at yourself. “God, I can’t believe you caught me. I’m sorry- or I should be sorry. But I’m really not.”

Oberyn chuckles and shuts the door behind you after you walk over to Ellaria. “You’re not.” The woman declares, “but we love that. My lover and I…we have shared partners before. We are comfortable with you watching. Shit, my prince nearly came too fast when I told him you were watching us.” She winks at you, “you are welcome in our bed if you wish. Only if you wish.” She emphasizes, wanting you to be comfortable.

“Prince?” Your brow shoots up, surprised that she uses the same nickname you do. “Are you his Princess?”

“No. That’s reserved for his daughters.” Ellaria chuckles, “he has eight of them.” Your eyes widen and you glance back at Oberyn, and he grins. “I was wild in my younger days.” Ellaria tuts, “he still is.” Oberyn winks at her and walks down the hall to his partner. “We are being rude hosts. What would you like to drink, sweet girl?” He asks, “we have wine, whiskey, coffee, tea, water?”

“I’ll have what you will have.” You decide as you follow behind him like a lost puppy. “What do you like to drink before sex, during sex, after sex?”

Oberyn nods, “I have a beautiful red wine. My family…they are wine makers. I have a bottle of Dornish red. How does that sound?” He asks, walking over to the wine fridge while Ellaria gets the glasses.

You nod and watch them. “When you did know I was watching?” You ask curiously. “I had hoped I was more discreet. Obviously not, since I’m here.” You can’t be upset about that. Not when you will soon see how they both feel.

“We realized you were watching a few weeks ago. We have been trying to figure out if you wanted us or just wanted to watch us. Decided to take the chance today.” Ellaria confesses, handing you a glass of wine after Oberyn pours three. “What have you been thinking about while watching us?” Ellaria asks, reaching up to caress your cheek.

“How you taste.” You answer honestly, nearly moaning at the first touch of her skin shading yours. “How he feels. Being between you.”

Oberyn smirks as he takes a sip of his drink. "You want to taste her?" He asks and you nod, "yes." Your breathless response makes him chuckle. "Do you have any limits? We aren't dominating but I can manhandle sometimes." He murmurs, watching Ellaria step back from you so you can think.

“I don’t like waste play.” You murmur. “I don’t mind manhandling.” You admit. “I want to know what you sound like, I imagine how you would moan and grunt. You fuck gracefully.”

Oberyn smirks, watching Ellaria step closer to you. Your wine glass is still in your hand and she leans in, cupping your cheek. "You will find out." She promises, leaning in to softly press her lips to yours while Oberyn sips his wine.

The first kiss is making you sigh. The hand not holding the glass of wine quickly finds her narrow waist and holds onto it. In disbelief that you are here and getting to touch them, your tongue slides out to touch hers.

Ellaria slides her tongue against yours, her hand sliding around to cup the back of your head. Oberyn is happy to watch for now, enjoying the view of two beautiful women kissing. "How does she taste?" Oberyn asks you, "do you want to taste more?"

You honestly don’t want to break away, but you need to answer him. Pressing your lips to hers a few more times, you finally pull away. “Delicious.” You hum. “I want more. I’m greedy for everything you will give me, my prince.”

Oberyn chuckles at your eagerness, setting his glass of wine down, he makes his way over to you and Ellaria. Standing behind you, his hands find your waist and he grinds his hardening cock against your ass while he leans in to press kisses to your shoulder. “Keep kissing her.” Oberyn orders, “then I want to watch her take off her clothes.” He murmurs into your skin.

You whine quietly, nodding as you drag Ellaria’s lips back to yours. Needing the pressure of them against your own. You push back against his cock, loving how you’ve ended up sandwiched between the two gorgeous creatures. The strength in his touch is tempered by the softness of hers, Complimenting and balancing each other out.

Ellaria reaches for the hem of the pretty sundress you are wearing, breaking the kiss so she can reveal your body underneath. "Look, lover. She is a pretty little package." Ellaria coos when the dress hits the floor and your lingerie is exposed. Oberyn smirks, "what a divine set. Shame it is going to join your dress." He hums, his hands sliding along your back and he hooks his fingers in your bra straps, dragging them down your shoulders while leaning in to kiss the nape of your neck.

“Yesssss” you moan, tilting your head forward to let him kiss you however he wants. “It’s- whatever you want. I just want you to touch me.” You beg softly.

Oberyn slides his hands lower to unclasp your bra and Ellaria drags it down your arms, letting it drop to the floor and her eyes darken at the sight of your breasts. "Gorgeous." She exhales and leans in to kiss along your sternum and across the top of your breast until she is taking your nipple into her mouth.

“Oh god.” You pant out, leaning back against Oberyn who lifts your breast up so Ellaria can suckle. Feeling like you are in the middle of the most erotic dream you have ever had. “I- fuck, I knew you both would be amazing.” You praise.

Ellaria bites down your nipple before she switches over, making you whimper, and she smirks against your skin. "She's a good lover." Oberyn compliments Ellaria, "and she loves feasting on a delicious pussy." His hand slides lower to cup you through your lace panties.

His hands are fucking massive. You had assumed so because of how he looked with his hand on his lover, but there was no account for how he cups you. Covering the swollen lips of your cunt completely and it makes you whine loudly, a wordless cry of pleasure. Letting both of them touch and tease you as they want.

Oberyn slides his hand under the elastic of your panties, finding your clit, and he chuckles at your whimper as he starts to rub. “She’s so wet, my sun.” Oberyn coos to Ellaria who kisses down your stomach. Her fingers hook in your panties and she drags them down, exposing Oberyn’s hand rubbing your bundle of nerves.

They have done this before, it’s obvious in the silent coordination. They move together to strip you down and expose your body to their gazes. “Oh fuck.” You whisper, looking down to find her smirking up at you. Kneeling and lifting your leg onto her shoulder before she slides her tongue along Oberyn’s finger and your clit.

Oberyn smirks at your reaction, kissing along your neck as you lean back against him. Ellaria’s tongue slides around your clit, Oberyn’s hand shifting to squeeze your breast so his lover can properly taste you.

Your fingers slide along her jaw and your other hand reaches back to sink into Oberyn’s hair. Using them to anchor yourself so you don’t float away. The irony of being in front of the same windows that you were watching them through isn’t lost on you and it just makes your cunt clench even more. Turning your head, you kiss Oberyn jaw. “Kiss me.” You demand.

He doesn’t deny you. He presses his lips to yours, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth. Ellaria continues to lap at your clit and you gasp into Oberyn’s mouth, his tongue dominating as he slides it against yours. His fingers pinch your nipples and he groans when you reach behind you to squeeze his cock through his pants.

His cock is large. You already knew that, but the distance had minimized how thick he is. Making you moan into his mouth when you squeeze him again and he twitches against your palm. Ellaria’s tongue is magic, flicking and licking like you have never been licked before. She’s obviously practiced and you can’t find yourself anything but envious of the other lovers for having her attention before now.

Ellaria closes her eyes as she laps at you, reaching around to unbutton Oberyn’s pants, allowing you to pull his cock out. “Shit.” He hisses at the way you immediately squeeze him. He grunts as you start to pump him and Ellaria hums around your clit.

You need more, greedy for it. Your hips push down, begging for more as you pump Oberyn’s cock. His mouth covers yours again, swallowing your moans as the two of them work to tear you apart at the very seam.

Oberyn groans into your mouth when you pump him a little faster. Ellaria laps at your clit and you whine into Oberyn’s mouth until he pulls away. “That’s it, baby. Cum for her. Cum for us.” He demands, pinching your nipples again.

You’re already teetering on the edge. You have been since Ellaria began her gentle and skilled assault on your clit. Building you up so quickly that you didn’t even realize how long you’ve been edged. How your body screams for release. Permission granted, you fall over the edge as he twists your nipples sharply, screaming out in their arms.

Oberyn chuckles against your jaw as you cum, slumping slightly against him. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Mierda. So pretty when she cums.” He says to Ellaria as she laps at your clit, sliding her tongue between your folds to taste you. “She’s delicious.” She coos, letting your leg down and she stands up, pressing her lips to Oberyn’s so he can taste your tangy cum on her lips. He groans, cupping the back of her neck to taste you from her mouth.

“Let me-“ you pant breathless, watching them kiss and despite the fact that you just came, you want more. Your hands reach out to cup her small breasts and you squeeze them. “Fuck you are so beautiful.”

“Do you want to taste her?” Oberyn asks after pulling his lips away from Ellaria. “Do you wish to lick her cunt while I fuck yours?” He hums, sliding his hands down to squeeze both yours and Ellaria’s ass cheeks in each hand.

“Oh shit.” You whine, cunt clenching desperately at the idea. “I think- that’s- yessssss.” You can’t even articulate how badly you want that. How you want to be completely surrounded by them and lost in their world of pleasure. “I’m clean.” You pant. “I want- cum inside me.”

Oberyn chuckles at your eagerness. “We are clean too.” Oberyn trusts you. He’s had enough experience to know when someone is lying. “You are on birth control?” Oberyn asks, kissing your shoulder up to your neck. “I-IUD.” You manage to choke out and Oberyn bites down on your pulse. “Ellaria, my love, strip and go lay down on the bed. This one wants to taste your sweet nectar.” Oberyn reaches around to playfully smack the ass of his partner. “And you, lay next to her while I strip. I want you to kneel.”

​​You watch Ellaria while she untangles herself from the two of you and saunters into the bedroom. “She is gorgeous, is she not?” Oberyn whispers in your ear. “I can tell, you do not know who you are more interested in. Myself or my lover.” He slides his hand down to rub your clit again. “So you will have both of us. We will take every drop of pleasure you will give us.” You whine breathlessly and nod, closing your eyes.

Ellaria lays down on the bed, now naked and you moan at the sight of her golden glowing skin on display like a goddess. One you want to worship. She crooks her finger at you, beckoning you over, and you waste no time shifting to lay beside her after Oberyn releases you from his grip. You whimper as Ellaria kisses you and Oberyn starts to unbutton his half buttoned shirt, exposing the rest of his chest.

They are so gorgeous. Beautiful in masculine and feminine forms, and so incredibly erotic that it makes your skin tingle. Your hands drift over Ellaria’s body, caressing in and squeezing while you watch Oberyn undress from the corner of your eye.

Oberyn pushes his pants down, feet bare as he steps out of them, and he smirks when your eyes widen as you get a good look at his hard cock. “Kneel on the bed. I want to fuck you.” He orders, his voice demanding yet sensual. Ellaria kisses you one last time and playfully smacks your thigh to silently demand you kneel.

Completely naked, he still looks regal and imposing. Making you feel as if you are kneeling before royalty, although you doubt you would be displaying your wet cunt to a king. You shift your thighs apart, arching your back slightly to make sure he can see how you are dripping as you kneel between Ellaria’s gracefully long legs.

Oberyn caresses your ass as he kneels on the bed behind you. "Too fucking beautiful." He murmurs, "going to see how tight that pussy is." He chuckles, gripping his cock as he shuffles closer.

“Been a long time.” You admit quietly, drinking in the sight of Ellaria’s wet folds. “But I want to make sure your lover enjoys herself too.” You lean in and dive into her cunt with enthusiasm.

Ellaria moans as you slide your tongue through her folds. Oberyn watches her face and his cock twitches in his grip as he slides the head through your wet folds. You’re soaking wet. He pushes into you, slowly, and your moan vibrates against Ellaria’s clit.

He stretches you out, making you gasp in pleasure as you lurch forward. His hips flat against your ass when he’s buried deep. Your tongue flicks over Ellaria’s clit, curling up and then pressing against the bundle of nerves while you push back against the feeling of being impaled.

Oberyn groans as you clench around him. “She’s so tight, my love.” Oberyn coos to his partner. “Tighter than we thought she would be.” He confesses as he starts to move inside of you. Ellaria watches as her lover takes you from behind, her eyes flicking down to watch you as you lap at her clit.

You moan, clenching around him at the idea they had talked about you, wondering about you. Perhaps while Ellaria was sitting on his cock. They had been watching you as well. You suck on her clit and squeeze her thighs. Loving how she rolls her hips down and watches as Oberyn starts to rock into you.

Ellaria moans when you push your tongue inside of her and Oberyn smirks at the look on her face. “She’s done this before. She’s a good girl, isn’t she, my sun? Sucking on your perfect little clit like the voyeuristic whore she is.” He hums playfully, gripping your hips as he starts to rock a little faster.

You whimper and take every thrust of his hips, pushing you into Ellaria. You love it, holding onto her hip and devouring her as you clench around her lover's cock. You are a voyeuristic whore, their whore. You will do anything for them and they’ve barely touched you. Already marking you as theirs while you share their bed.

“She’s enjoying this, lover.” Ellaria purrs as you lap at her clit, making her chest heave with pleasure. “She is. She’s clenching around me.” Oberyn coos, caressing your hips. “She’s greedy. I love it.” He chuckles and thrusts a little harder, pushing you more into his partner’s cunt and you moan into her folds.

She tastes wonderful, tangy and musky. Making you addicted to the slick arousal that seeps from her like honey, thick and luscious on your tongue. His cock shreds up inside you, searching with small adjustments, for that perfect spot until you are crying out when he finds it.

“That’s it.” Oberyn grins victoriously. “Take what I give you, baby.” He grunts, rocking against that spot over and over. “El, I want you to cum for us.” He demands, looking over at his lover. “Cum on her pretty tongue.”

Your nipples harden at the intensity in his tone, eyes watching her and you can see that she's responding to his commands. Her body priming itself to cum just like he wants her to and you double down on the flicks of your tongue, wanting to make her fall apart.

It takes a few more seconds before Ellaria falls over the edge. Her moan echoing in the bedroom and she tilts her head back as she cums. Oberyn smirks as he watches her, loving seeing her pleasure. “You did a good job, baby.” Oberyn compliments you as you work her through it. “She loves it. Look at her face.” He says, grabbing the back of your neck to bring your head up to watch her.

He’s pulsing inside if you, not cumming, just throbbing as he holds you so you can watch Ellaria. Obviously enjoying the sight of his lover’s pleasure himself. Holding still inside you until she is slumped down onto the bed in a pool of limbs and moans.

Oberyn wants you to cum too. He pulls out of you and flips you over, Ellaria’s arms opening to pull you into her lap as Oberyn lifts your legs up onto his forearms. “Want to see your face when you cum.” He smirks, pumping his cock until he’s pushing back inside of you. Ellaria’s hands find your tits, squeezing them and her lips press against your neck while Oberyn watches.

They are completely overwhelming you in the best possible ways. Oberyn’s cock is thick and heavy inside you, starting to move again. “Oh fuck.” You might like looking up at him more than the way his cock feels when he has you from behind. “So good.”

“He’s like a prince. So regal.” Ellaria hums as she kisses your ear while her eyes focus on Oberyn. His jaw is clenched and he squeezes your thighs as he pushes into you, adjusting the angle on each thrust until you cry out. “There it is, lover.” Ellaria coos, her hand snaking down to rub your clit.

“He is.” You pant, nodding agreement as your nipples harden even more. His cock rocking into you and her delicate fingers on your clit is proving to be the most delicious form of torture. “I’m gonna cum.” You gasp out, feeling your body starting to tighten in anticipation.

“Do it. Cum for us.” Ellaria hums, pinching your clit and that sends you over the edge. You clamp down on Oberyn’s cock and he hisses in delight, loving the way you moan his name followed by Ellaria’s. “Mierda. She’s so tight.” Oberyn grunts as your walls flutter around him while you soak him with your orgasm.

The praise makes you keen, the words sounds of pleasure ripping out of your throat as you nearly black out. Feeling him start to slow down his thrusts, you open your eyes in confusion.

He pulls out of you when you relax against Ellaria. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He explains, his cock shiny with your cream and he smirks, shifting to lay down beside you and Ellaria who wastes no time pressing her lips to his. You whimper and Ellaria chuckles as she pulls back from Oberyn, grabbing your neck to push you towards him and his tongue immediately slides into your mouth, his hand squeezing your thigh. “I want you to ride my face while Ellaria rides my cock.” He demands, his cock still hard against his belly.

You moan into his mouth, nodding eagerly. They have completely taken over your senses and you will do anything they want. Sliding back so you can let Oberyn lay back. Leaning over to kiss Ellaria before she straddles his hips.

Oberyn groans as Ellaria sinks down on his cock and he desperately wants you to sit on his face. You don’t deny him as you shift to straddle his chest, shuffling back so you can hover over his face and he quickly pulls you down so your weight is on his mouth.

Oberyn is just as eager of a lover as Ellaria is. His fingers dig into your hips and his tongue is immediately pushing into your soaked walls. Making you cry out in his eagerness to devour you. Blowing past all your imagined scenarios and ideas of what would happen if you were ever with the two of them.

Ellaria reaches out to squeeze your tits as she bounces on Oberyn’s cock like she’s done many times. Oberyn twitches inside of her as she clenches around him and his tongue flicks over your clit, wanting you to grind down on him. His hands squeeze your hips to encourage you to move.

You lean forward, cupping her tits as well, tangling your tongue with hers in a frantic kiss. Your hips start to roll as you ride his tongue, the whiskers of his neat thin beard and mustache rubbing against you wonderfully.

He laps at your clit, loving the way you grind down onto him and Ellaria slides her tongue with yours, her moans smothered by your lips as she rides her partner in a well practiced dance. “Fuck.” Ellaria pants as she pulls back from your lips, her back arching as she grips your shoulders to work herself harder on Oberyn’s cock.

You whine, watching up close and in person the scene that had you in a chokehold since they have moved in. Watching as she rides him and now, you feel his tongue flicking against your clit as he pleasures you at the same time as his lover. It’s everything decadent and wicked, making you wish they had signaled you earlier.

Oberyn groans when he feels how close Ellaria is, his cock twitching inside of her, and he hisses when she starts to cum, clamping down on his cock. His fingers dig into your flesh as he works his jaw wider, tongue lapping at more of you. He’s desperate for you to cum and Ellaria slumps forward against you as she shakes on his cock.

You almost pull away from his tongue, nearly overstimulated by the way his mouth works over your cunt. The pure bliss on Ellaria’s face nearly makes you cum again, and it only takes a few more flicks of Oberyn’s tongue before you are crying out a garbled combination of their names.

Oberyn works you through it, Ellaria caressing your back and kissing along your neck as she shudders through the aftermath of her pleasure. Oberyn groans when Ellaria pulls off of his cock and kneels beside his body, “want us to suck your cock?” She hums, “my lover adores his cock being sucked.” She coos and trails her finger along the slick and creamy velvet of Oberyn’s length. He groans when you lift off of his face and kneel on the other side of his body.

“He deserves to have his cock sucked.” You agree, reaching out to swipe your finger through the juices that are gathered on the tip. Thrilled that all three of you are combined so beautifully. “He has made us cum so thoroughly on it, it deserves to be worshiped.”

Ellaria nods, gripping the base of Oberyn’s cock and he shifts to his elbows to watch two beautiful women work to make him cum. “Suck on the tip. He loves that.” She orders and you do as she says, leaning in to take the tip into your mouth. He groans and Ellaria leans in, her tongue sliding down the length until she is taking his balls into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue. “Fuckkkk.” Oberyn groans, his eyes closing for a second before he opens them.

It’s hedonistic, the way both of you are showering him in pleasure. Like you are whores in a brothel focused on his pleasure alone and it makes you want to make this the best experience he has ever had. Moaning around the tip as you suck greedily.

Oberyn reaches down to caress your cheek before he strokes Ellaria’s head. “Fuck. You two - so cock hungry. My little cock drunk whores.” He chuckles and his stomach clenches as you suck him a little deeper.

Your cunt bottoms out around nothing, aching despite the fact that you’ve already cum three times. Feeling like you might never get enough of these two. Your hand pumps what you aren’t sucking on until Ellaria’s clever mouth starts to work back up from his balls.

Oberyn hisses when Ellaria mouths the side of his cock while you work the tip. His dark eyes taking in the sight of both beautiful women and he hisses when you hollow your cheeks. “That’s it. Shit.” He groans when Ellaria slides her tongue higher to tangle with yours as she laps at the slit.

You’ve never kissed someone with a cock in your mouth but now you love it. Enjoying the way he hisses and his hips buck up to thrust into the space that your tongues are twirling around him. Moaning at the lewdness of the moment and wishing you have a video of this incredible night.

"Fuck. You're going to make me cum." Oberyn warns as you and Ellaria push him further to the edge. Your tongue tangles around the head and your hand rolls his balls while Ellaria pumps the rest of his length. "Mierda. I'm going to - fuckkkkk." He groans as he starts to cum, his hot seed hitting yours and Ellaria's lips.

You don’t try to take his cock down your throat, enjoying the way he spurts his seed over both of your faces and chins. Leaning forward when he’s finally done to kick it from Ellaria’s face with a pleased hum while a breathless Oberyn watches.

Oberyn slumps against the bed for a moment, closing his eyes as he relishes in his orgasm, loving the way you and Ellaria lick his cum off each other’s faces. “So fucking pretty.” He coos, reaching out to caress your lips before he caresses Ellaria’s.

You like his praises, smiling at them both while your body just hums at the satisfying thrill of your orgasms. “That was incredible.” You whisper, knowing that you should probably dress and go back to your apartment.

“It was. We would love to have you here again…if you wish.” Ellaria says, stroking your back. You both shift to lay on either side of Oberyn as he holds his arms out for you both to curl into. “My lover wants more of you.” Oberyn chuckles, “so do I.” He leans in to nudge his nose against yours, “join us again.” He murmurs his request.

It will be the easiest request you’ve ever agreed to. Reaching across him to caress Ellaria’s side as you kiss Oberyn’s chest. “As often as you wish.” You promise. No longer just a voyeur, you will be the one to be envied when someone else watches through the windows.

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

pairing: dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell, ellaria sand x oberyn martell

genre: smut, modern au, hurt/comfort, minors dni

word count: 7.2k

summary: Wanting to get away from it all for a while, your dad suggests that you go and stay with his friend in the city; Ellaria Sand. It's been a hot while since you last saw her and you must admit, you have a bit of a crush on the older woman. What you don't expect, however, is to find an equally charming stranger staying with her as well.

warnings: threesome, age gap (reader being in her late twenties), weed use, dirty talking, body insecurities (weight related), piv, oral sex (male and female), praise kink, light bdsm dynamics, subdrop, aftercare, squirting (but like very non explicit squirting as ironic as that sounds dfvdv), use of petnames (little one, pet, good girl), no use of y/n, both ellaria and oberyn are mentioned to be polyamourus, edging

a/n: this is hella indulgent and an idea I've had since September but never actually gotten around writing it. However, while I was taking a nap the idea suddenly consumed me and I had to pause everything else to sit down and write it. Enjoy the filth, there's so much going on ❤️‍🔥

**dividers by @firefly-graphics 💜

You’re anxious as you wait for the door to open in front of you. It’s been a rough couple of months—years, actually. You feel suffocated by the world around you and yourself. Every day is another battle. You hate to admit it but you’re just so tired of fighting. There’s a constant weight on your chest that doesn’t seem to go away no matter what you do. Which led you to the doorsteps of your dad’s friend, Ellaria Sand.  

The idea had came from your dad. Noticing your troubles fitting in, he recommended you go and visit her. You were more than eager to oblige. You loved her company, she had an aura about her that just made you feel welcome. Talking to her came easy since she did most of it, and when you had something to say, she would actually listen. 

While you’re thinking about all of this, you’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that you might have a teeny-tiny crush on the older woman. However you’re ready to make the argument that it’s not your fault, she was just too charming—who wouldn’t have a crush on her? 

Ellaria’s excitement mimics your own as she opens the door. With a wide smile, she wraps her arms around you and drags you inside. 

“How was the trip?” she asks excitedly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” 

“Of course not, I like traveling,” you answer. “Thank you for having me by the way. How are you?” 

“Oh, pretty much the same. Nothing new.” she helps you with your luggage and you follow her to the spare bedroom. “Also I forgot to mention on the phone but a friend of mine will be visiting and staying with us as well. Is that okay?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be,” you say with a leveled voice. “Does the mystery guest have a name?” 

As you step into the room, she turns to you, still smiling.

“His name is Oberyn.” 

For your first night, you weren’t expecting to get high on the couch with Ellaria, yet here you are, your chest full of cannabis as your head rests over her lap. 

“So who is this guy?” you ask as she places the joint between your lips. You feel the warmth of her fingers. “A boyfriend or something?” 

“Or something.” 

You draw your brows together, confused, “What does that mean?”

“It means my sweet flower,” she answers slowly, dragging her knuckles up your heated cheek. “We’re together but we both agree that the pleasure of the world is too many to limit ourselves to one person.” 

“You’re in an open relationship?” you take a deep drag from the joint, your lungs expanding with smoke. 

“We’re both polyamorous.” 

“Wow, lucky,” you say with an envious tone. She quirks an eyebrow yet her smile continues on to be a humorful one. You stammer with your words. “I-I mean, it’s lucky that you found each other. Must be nice having the same ideals as someone.” 

She nods, placing the blunt back between her lips, “It is.” 

“Is he nice to you?” 

You’re not quite sure what prompts you to as that. First of all, it feels way too personal of a question to be asking your father’s friend. Even though Ellaria has spoken about her sexual relationships before, it still feels like your might be crossing an invisible line. A fog settles over your mind, loosening your tongue. You’re fascinated by functioning relationships. You’re fascinated by the idea of two people actually being understanding and caring towards each other—as ridiculous as that may sound. You haven’t had the best experiences when it came to partners, most of them going into it with hopes of changing who you are, so anytime you see two people actually liking each other’s company you can’t help but want to pull out a camera and record everything. 

Ellaria blows smoke toward your face, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin like a summer breeze. 

“He is. I wouldn’t really be with him if he wasn’t.” she pinches your cheek. “You have a weird look on your face.” 

“Oh,” you answer dumbly. “Sorry.” 

“I’m just worried. Your father didn’t really say anything other than you really needed a break.” 

“I guess I’m just a bit lonely.” 

“Well,” she says and reaches towards the ashtray to snuff out the blunt. “If that’s the case you came to the right place. You can stay as long as you want to.” before you can say anything, she starts rolling another one and a loud knock echoes across the dimly lit apartment. 

“Ah, that must be Oberyn.” 

Begrudgingly, you remove yourself away from her lap and watch Ellaria make her way toward the door. She’s wearing an orange dress, the color warming her skin. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to her behind, the soft fabric hugging her curves delicately. 

With a noise, you hurriedly snap your eyes away. It’s not the time to be ogling her like a piece of meat. 

No matter how good she looks. 

You weakly attempt to collect yourself when Ellaria returns with a tall man in tow. As you get up, you stagger a bit but manage to immediately keep yourself upright by holding on to Oberyn’s outstretched hand. His smile is kind, and the kindness reaches the depth of his eyes. Though you also see a hint of curiosity in them. His palm is searing against yours and his fingers are long and nice-looking, you spot a stylish golden ring on his thumb. 

A bit scared, and a bit excited, you meet his gaze. He’s quite handsome. In fact, you believe you might be in the presence of the most attractive two people in the city. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, framing his jawline which in return gives it an even more sharper look. 

While you two remain hand in hand, Ellaria makes the introductions. Oberyn’s thumb smooths down your inner writs. A shiver rolls down your spine. “It is very lovely to meet you,” he says earnestly. 

“Likewise.” 

Oberyn picks up the unlit joint Ellaria had left on the coffee table before she went to greet him. You see a faint sparkle in his eyes. “You two were smoking?” he asks, turning to Ellaria. 

“To relax the nerves, my love,” she answers with a playful smile. “Help yourselves, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

You feel as if someone poured cold water over your head, “Maybe I can help?” you take a step forward, intent on following her to wherever she was going—which you assume is the kitchen. But she stops you with the raise of her hand. 

“Please, I’ll be right back. In the meanwhile you two get acquainted.” 

A second later it’s just you and Oberyn alone in the living room. He seems unbothered and lights the joint as he takes a seat. There’s a certain air of expertise and elegance in whatever he does. He pats the cushion next to him, “Sit.”

You sigh softly, collapsing next to him. He flicks the lighter and leans towards the tiny flame, his eyes fixed on the empty threshold. He takes two quick exhales, the tip of the joint burning a bright orange. Smoke pours from the corners of his lips. You’re mesmerized by the sight of him. Shadows dance over his face, giving him a dark look. 

“How do you two know each other?” he asks, snapping you away from your thoughts. 

You blink, momentarily lost in his gaze, before extending your hand to take another drag from the joint. Your fingers feel slightly numb as you bring it to your lips. "She's a friend of my dad's," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've known each other for a while."

Oberyn nods, his fingers gently brushing the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“What about you?” you ask, hating the way your voice trembled.

A soft smile plays on his lips. His thumbs continue their soothing caress on the back of your neck, tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver of pleasure through your body. 

"She walked into my lecture one day," Oberyn begins, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I was talking about the ancient civilizations of Essos, and there she was, her eyes filled with curiosity. After the lecture, she approached me with such confidence, asking questions that sparked my own curiosity. I learned that she was an artist and she was lacking inspiration. She thought a trip to the past would spark something in her." he says blissfully. “And spark it did.” 

“You’re a professor?” 

He hums, elevated by your intrigue, “Yes, but I do prefer excavating and traveling to new sites.” he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "It's much more freeing, rather than being trapped between four walls." 

His words wash over you like a gentle caress, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his warmth. The joint burns low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. With a jolt of panic, you extend it back to him. 

Oberyn's voice lowers even further, a velvet murmur that tickles your ear. "She's a remarkable woman, isn't she? So full of life and passion."

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you find yourself nodding, captivated by the combination of his words and the tender touch of his thumbs on your skin. "Yes, she is," you reply. 

“You like her,” Oberyn says, a statement, rather than a question. You’re horrified by the implication of it. Your lips part and close, words failing to come out. His sudden burst of laughter makes you jump. “Do not look so worried, I’m not here to judge you. I appreciate anyone who sees her for the gorgeous woman that she is.” 

His fingers find purchase under your chin, he lifts your gaze, dark eyes boring into yours. You forget how to breathe. With a soft smile, Oberyn brings the joint to his lips and takes a deep inhale, You can hear the sizzle of it, and feel the heat that radiates from the crimson tip. Your lips part by instinct, he leans closer. 

Oberyn fills your lungs with delicious smoke. Your lips never touch, yet you swear you can feel them pressed together. He breathes life into you and when it’s all done, he licks himself deep into your mouth. Pressing deeper, Oberyn flattens his tongue against yours and nips your bottom lip. Sweat drips from your spine and gathers at your tailbone. His hands affectionately cradle your face, inhaling you one last time, he breaks the kiss. 

You’re a panting mess, your lips tingling for more. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

Your eyes go wide, “I—Excuse me what?” slightly inching forward, you stare into his eyes. “Ellaria is right down the hall, wouldn’t it be. . . rude?” 

That sparks an amused chuckle from him. “You’re adorable,” he muses. “I promise you that she wants this as much as I do.” 

“She. . . does?” 

“Ellaria adores you. She also enjoys sharing her favorite things with the one’s that she cares for,” his fingers curl around your throat and you swallow. Oberyn tilts your head to the side. “Now, let me see you.” 

And this is the part where your insecurities make an ugly appearance. You avert your gaze, hugging yourself while Oberyn continues to stare. You want to do this. You absolutely do, if the slick gathering in your underwear is any indication, but it’s still hard for you to believe that he wants to. 

You feel the bite of his nails and bring your gaze back to him. You’re not sure what does it, but you find yourself scrambling off of the couch. You don’t see not one ounce of a lie in those eyes—you only see lust and intrigue. Besides, you came here to loosen up, what better way is there to do that than making out with a handsome stranger? 

When you’re left only in your bra and underwear, Oberny pulls you to his lap and you let out a soft gasp. He unclasps your bra and throws it over the small pile of clothes you had left behind, leaving you only in your, visibly soaked, panties. 

“Oberyn. . .” 

You jolt at the soft lilt of Ellaria’s voice. You stiffen over the older man’s lap, not knowing what to do. With a smile, he draws soothing circles over your thighs. 

Ellaria takes a seat next to you two. You’re too flustered to look at her but despite not looking, you see the delicate curl of her lips. 

“She’s too beautiful not to touch,” Oberyn drags his nose down your neck, and you smile giddily. Your heart beating a mile a minute. “Don’t you agree with me, Ellaria?” 

Her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she reaches out and holds your breast, weighing it with her palm. She brushes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, a soft whine parts your lips. “I do.” 

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

“Of course, love. Why would I not think you are beautiful?” 

You grow silent. Ellaria’s fingers dances along your arm and heat settles in your core. Oberyn, with a curious gaze and a half smile, drags his thumbs down to the soft contours of your stomach rolls and gently pinches. You whine, sticking your bottom lip out, you look away from them both. 

“I think I have an idea why she thinks like that,” he hums. Ellaria’s gaze drops to where Oberyn’s hands rest, meaning your stomach. Your cheeks burn. Her eyebrows raised, you feel the weight of her gaze locked onto your face, but still, you refuse to look at her. Or him. “She lives in a cruel world that makes her think she’s anything but desirable. But we see her for what she is.” 

“And what’s that?” you mutter, embarrassed to be read so easily. He was right, you never thought of yourself as being desirable, even if you desperately wanted to. There were mornings you just woke up hating yourself, staring into the mirror and poking endlessly at your face and observing every imperfection. You’re tired of it. Tired of thinking of yourself as less. Which is one of the reasons why you came here. Why your dad wanted you to spend time with Ellaria, he knew the woman had ways of making you feel better. 

Oberyn's firm yet gentle grasp on your chin draws your attention, anchoring your gaze and shifting your focus solely to him. His smile is wide and predatory, like a snake. You tremble as his hands slide from your stomach to your waist, their scorching touch and commanding presence stirring a primal reaction within you.

“You’re a gorgeous girl,” he answers with a melodic lilt from his sinful tongue. “The type of girl we want to ravish for as long as you’re staying here.” 

“If you want to, of course,” Ellaria adds, playfully pinching your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed. The sudden mixture of pleasure and pain makes your skin tingle pleasantly. “Do you, little one?” 

You nod. Everything that’s happening feels like a fever dream. The scent of cannabis is still heavy in the air, making you feel soft and slow like molasses. Ellaria’s fingers dance along your nape, nimble fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, she gently tugs. Meanwhile, Oberyn nips at the soft skin of your neck. 

“Words, love.” Ellaria commands. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “I want to. . . if you guys want to.” 

Oberyn whispers, “Good girl,” against your skin, and a wave of dizziness engulfs you. The two devour with the ways they touch and bite. Ellaria’s lips melt into your own as Oberyn cups both your breasts, kneading the soft mounds. 

Kissing Ellaria had been a fantasy you frequently indulged in over the years and you’re pleasantly surprised to realize she tastes like cherries and roses. You have endless memories of slipping your hand between your legs as soon as you were in the privacy of your room. You always had a feeling that she knew. Her gaze too observant, too cunning not to see the thoughts lingering in your head. 

Oberyn lowers his head and lifts your breasts to his mouth. He laves his tongue over your nipples hungrily. A wanton moan echoes in the back of your throat, your head falls as you part away from Ellaria. You hear her chuckle. “You taste sweet,” she comments, making you keen. “Despite the smoke Oberyn blew into your lungs.” 

“You saw that?” 

“You two weren’t exactly being discreet.” 

You’re hot all over, embarrassment pouring over you like summer rain. Oberyn doesn’t seem to care, consumed with the taste of your flesh. Your underwear sticks to your folds and you squirm over his lap. The man groans when you brush his length, you feel him twitch through the soft fabric of his sweats. The blood rush is loud in your ears. 

He feels. . . big. 

“Shit,” you mumble, delving your fingers into his short locks. You tug him closer to your chest and sloppily grind on top of him. You feel the sharpness of his teeth and then—

He bites you. 

With a sharp cry you jerk away, your gaze instantly finding Oberyn’s. The man is grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage. “What was that for?” you gasp, chest heaving. 

“It was an affectionate bite,” he teases, then presses his lips over the tiny dents. “Did it hurt?” 

“No . . .” you answer, sounding uncertain. “I was just surprised.” 

Ellaria rolls her eyes and tugs Oberyn towards her. The man goes willingly, his wicked smile never fading as she crashes their lips together. You see the pink of Ellaria’s tongue slip between Oberyn’s lips. His hands drop, his thumbs digging into the crease between your thighs and hips. You watch wide-eyed at the way the two devour each other. They’re so earnest, so hungry. It makes you ache between your legs and a bit in your heart. While Ellaria licks herself deeper into his mouth, Oberyn guides the roll of your hips. 

Suddenly struggling about where to put your hands, you place them on his chest. The fabric of his shirt bunches underneath your fingers. Your eyes roll at the delicious caress of his clothed cock. You want to feel more. 

When they part, a string of saliva connects them still. Oberyn grins at her and tilts his head toward you. “She likes the show it seems,” he states. 

With a soft smile, Ellaria turns to you. She cups your cheek and smooths her thumb over your heated skin. Your heart soars. She’s so tender, so soft with you. It makes you dizzy. You never thought someone like her would be interested. And you don’t only say this because of your physical insecurities, you just always felt like she would find you too inexperienced. Too young. You always had this unnecessary fear of sounding dumb when you talked with her. 

“What are you thinking?” she whispers, coming closer. Her hot breath fans your skin as Oberyn flattens his tongue over your neck, dragging the wet muscle up until his nose is firmly pressed against your jaw. 

“I’m thinking that this must be a dream,” you answer. “And I’m thinking how intoxicating you two are.” 

Oberyn’s smile is wide as he pulls away, his eyebrows raised. “Look at that, she found her tongue. How delightful.” 

Ellaria kisses the right corner of your lips and addresses Oberyn. “You’ll scare her, she’s fragile.” 

“I’m not fragile,” you pout. With a laugh, she presses her lips against your jutted lip. “I’m just nervous. . . you know my experiences haven’t been—” You clear your throat, suddenly aware of Oberyn’s eyes on you. “Great.” 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

Obeyn chimes in, his gaze moving to Ellaria, “What does that mean?” 

“Poor girl never came from another hand but her own.” 

“Ellaria!”  

“Oh?” Oberyn’s eyes bore into your own. It’s so intense that you can’t look away, and honestly, you’re not sure that you want to. He pulls down your bottom lip, dipping his thumb into the seam. “You won’t have to worry about that with us, sweet creature.” 

“I’m sure,” you hum, a coy smile playing on your lips. “So can we uh. . . can we take this to the bedroom? I’m not that comfortable on the couch. If that’s okay?” 

“Of course,” Ellaria answers. “Besides I hate how this fabric feels against my skin. So the bed is definitely preferred.” 

Oberyn, without saying a word, nuzzles your neck before pulling you to your feet. You falter, still a bit dazed. Yet, his arm catches you, keeping you from falling. 

“Careful,” he tuts, lips touching your forehead. 

Oberyn’s arm never leaves your waist as Ellaria guides the two of you through the hallway of her home. A route you don’t doubt Oberyn has taken many times before.

You aren’t sure what to expect when you enter Ellaria’s room. It’s quite neat, the bed quite big, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. 

Ellaria looks at you with a smile, curling her fingers around the elastic of your underwear, she tugs you close. Oberyn looms right behind you, he hadn’t closed the door as he entered. His cock hard and aching, resting between the crease of your clothed ass cheeks. His palms caress the soft mounds, his breath warm and wet against your nape. 

You’re suddenly highly aware that you’re the only one practically naked. Noticing this, heat crawls up your chest and curls around your neck. At any moment you expect to wake up in the familiar setting of the guest room, none of this seems real.

“Lay down, Oberyn,” Ellaria’s voice breaks the silence, her eyes never leaving yours as she addresses her lover. “We’ll join you shortly.” 

“Hmm,” he kisses your neck, your legs shake in response. “Should I take off my clothes?” 

“Yes.” 

Oberyn smiles, gives your ass one last firm squeeze, and retreats. And as much as you want to stare at the man in his full naked glory, it’s hard to pull your gaze away from Ellaria. You hear the bed creaking under the man’s weight. Still, you don’t turn to look. Ellaria kneels before you, tugging your underwear along with her. Her hands, despite not being large as Oberyn’s, feels all consuming. They languidly slide above your calves and thighs as she raises to stand on her feet once more. 

When she stands, you make a move to take off her garments but she gently pushes your hands back. “You watch,” she says, pulling off the straps of her dress and allowing it to pool at her ankles. 

You touch her like art. Soft and slow. Almost as if she wasn’t there. You cup her waist and skim your palm until you reach the side of her breast, in which you hold tenderly under your hand. A soft gasp leaves her and you look at her with shock and amazement. You bend forward, closing your lips around the tender nipple. You swirl your tongue around the areola, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a sigh. 

“That’s nice,” she says, looking at you between heavy eyelids. “You don’t need to be shy with us.” 

If it were anyone else saying that you wouldn’t have believed them, “I think you’re right,” you whisper, more to yourself rather than her. “You’re sure you don’t mind me being. . . timid?” 

Her brows furrow with confusion, her gaze searching your own as your thumb continues to dance over the darker patch of skin. Then you see it, the recognition flashing in her eyes. She might’ve forgotten, but you remember her talking about how much of a bore it was to be with unsure people. Timid, as she had put it. Which is something you’re being right now—you think.  

Your eyes find Oberyn’s from above her shoulder. It’s a fleeting moment. But he seems to be eating you both with the darkness of his eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Ellaria’s hand cradles the back of your neck, gently tightening her grip. When your gaze moves back to her, you see that she’s smiling. 

“I didn’t mean you when I said that,” she answers. “You lack confidence, there’s a difference. And I doubt you’ll be holding yourself back after regaining it.” 

“You don’t think I’m boring?” 

“I don’t,” leaning in, she drags her nose over yours, soft lips only an inch away. “Let’s not keep Oberyn waiting.” 

When you both turn, you see that Oberyn is softly touching himself. Fingers teasingly moving up and down his impressive length. You clench your teeth, arousal overwhelming every orifice of your body. “How should we do this?” he asks, eyes on Ellaria. 

Grinning, she gently nudges your shoulder with her own, you can’t stop staring at Oberyn however. He’s all lean muscle, the extra padding making him look fit. The coarse dark hairs lead a path from his softened stomach to his pulsing cock. Noticing your gaze, he wraps a hand around himself and starts to fuck his fist with hard strokes. He watches with delight at the way you lick your lips when a bead of precome appears on the tip. 

“Would you want to taste him?” Ellaria’s lips touch your ear. 

An awkward chuckle bubbles from your chest, “Am I being that obvious?” 

“Only slightly.” 

She guides you to the bed, and you take your place between Oberyn’s legs while Ellaria is more to the side. His hand instantly finds the side of your face, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips as he stares at you with a softened gaze. 

“Needy,” he murmurs. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you, little one.” 

You feel your pupils physically expanding. Ellaria drags her nails down your scalp, you purr at the sensation. “He likes it when you go slow,” she informs. “Start at the tip and drag your tongue down, he likes being teased.” 

With an urge to please, you do exactly as she says. First, you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, his thighs stiffen, then you flatten your tongue and move down. The moan that comes from him is unfiltered and loud. Slick gushes between your legs. 

“Good girl,” he gasps. “You too.” 

It takes you a while to understand what Oberyn means. You only become aware that he was addressing Ellaria when the other joins you, licking a stripe up the other side of his length. You moan as you take the head between your lips, meanwhile, Ellaria closes her lips around the base, sucking the delicate skin. A choked out moan parts his lips, not being able to keep still, his hips stutter, forcing you to take more of him. His width spreads your lips wide. Your eyes water and you feel Ellaria’s tongue as she kisses the skin right under your eye. 

She replaces your lips with her own. You watch in a dazed manner as she takes Oberyn down her throat with practiced ease. His fingers tangle into her curls when she hollows her cheeks, forcing her head down. The sight alone makes you drip for them both. Now feeling even bold, you meet Ellaria’s lips while she’s sucking on the tip. You swear you see a ghost of a grin when she slips her tongue into your mouth. You taste a mixture of them in your mouth, and your head spins. Not wanting to part away, both of you lower yourselves, taking Oberyn between your lips as your tongues struggle to meet around his cock. 

“Fuuuck,” he groans, cock twitching between the pair of lips. You feel his rough fingers moving along your cheek. “You’re doing so well—both of you are,” Ellaria pulls away and winks at you before turning to Oberyn. You take him halfway into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat. He makes a sound, burying his head further into the pillows. “If you continue doing that I’m going to come.” 

The sound of his voice lights a flame in you, the strokes of your tongue becoming more wild and eager. You swallow around him, over and over, until Ellaria pulls you away. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you choke out, eyes flitting between the two. “I want you to come,” you then add, jerking him. 

“Oh it is,” he answers with a sly smile. “But before that, I want to see you come undone on my tongue. And my cock.” 

Ellaria feels you shudder as she traces the line of your spine, “Get on all fours,” she says barely in a whisper. 

You do as you’re told. Arousal coils tightly in your stomach, your body burning from the inside out. You’re over-excited. Your breathing coming out in short, rushed pants. Oberyn gets behind you as Ellaria takes Oberyn’s place and pulls you between her delicate thighs. Your one arm instantly curls around one leg as you brace yourself with the other by flattening your palm over the mattress. 

Oberyn’s fingers languidly slide down the curve of your ass and slip two of them into your soaking heat with ease. You melt into the touch, your elbow immediately giving way and falling. Without thinking much you kiss the inside of Ellaria’s thighs, sucking and nipping her ample flesh. Oberyn begins to thrust his fingers in and out. Your walls flutter around the digits, your body growing tenses. 

“So wet,” he approves. “You must be very excited.” 

“F-Fuck, I am,” you whimper, attempting to meet the thrust of his fingers. 

He scissors his fingers and curls them, applying pressure to a delicate spot deep inside. A jolt of electricity rushes over you. Your body engulfed in a crackling heat. 

“Taste her,” he says. “Aren’t you curious?” 

Instead of answering, you meet Ellaria’s gaze before pressing your lips into her cunt. You moan into her, and she draws up her legs, bracketing you between the inside of her thighs. She cradles the back of your head with both hands, guiding you as you drag your tongue between her folds. She tastes fucking delicious. You love this, love giving her pleasure. With a hum, you close your lips around her aching clit and suck. Hard. 

Her body jolts, the bed underneath creaking. Oberyn swears from underneath his breath, and you imagine him staring at Ellaria’s debouched face. You bet she looks beautiful. Nudging the bundle of nerves with the curve of your nose, you tease her entrance with your tongue, slowly pushing in. 

“And you worried you would be timid,” she croaks out, her back arching as she tugs you closer. “Look at you now, my sweet girl doing such a good job in pleasing us.” 

Oberyn’s fingers are replaced with his sinful tongue, heat drips from your spine. Without wanting to, you pull away from Ellaria, moaning loudly between her legs. His tongue delves deeper, kissing your folds and lapping at everything you have to offer. He grazes his teeth and you writhe against him, your lips moving sloppily along the apex of her thighs as you attempt to kiss her. 

His tongue feels too damn long. . . he pushes the soft muscle inside, the mild stretch making your stomach roll. Oberyn is much better at this than you are. No doubt about it. Ellaria only watches as the most sinful sounds escape your throat. He fucks you with his tongue and between thrusts, he manages to flick your clit with the pointed tip. It makes you feral. You’re not even sure what you’re doing anymore. You continue to taste Ellaria, albeit much more sloppily compared to before. You catch her gaze whenever the fog in your head lifts, her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded. 

“I think you’re ready to take me,” Oberyn says, his voice hoarse. 

Before you can answer, Ellaria cups your cheeks, pulling you away from her core. Your chest heaves. She swipes her thumb over your lips, spreading the wetness caused by her cunt. “I want you to pick a word, love.” 

“A word?” you cringe internally at how out of it you sound. They haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a mess. 

“A safeword,” Oberyn explains Ellaria’s words further. His hands grip your love handles and squeeze them tenderly, he pulls you back and you feel the warmth of his cock heavy on your ass. 

You think for a minute, your eyes darting around Ellaria’s face and the wall behind her. Your mind is completely empty. Blank. Not even one word comes to mind. 

Oberyn licks his lips, “How about that stoplight system? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop?” 

Ellaria’s gaze searches your own, and you nod, “That sounds good.” 

“Alright then,” Oberyn purrs, etching closer. He slides his cock between your folds, his hands skimming up your waist. Ellaria continues to hold your face, watching your every expression with interest. Your eyes widen— is she waiting to see your expression when Oberyn enters you? Fuck. Heat blossoms in your chest. “What is your color now?” he asks, hand cupping the back of your neck. 

“Green,” you say with a whimper. 

Oberyn pushes in inch by inch. He stretches you beautifully, only a hint of pain following while he fills you. Ellaria smiles as your eyes roll back, your lips parting with a guttural sound. He feels so good. So deep. When he’s fully sheathed inside, he waits for you to adjust to his size. Your legs shake. You’re barely keeping yourself together. Ellaria slips her thumb into your mouth and you wrap your lips around her diligently.  She hums with approval. 

“Does she feel good?” Ellaria asks Oberyn. 

“Yes. She feels like she was made for me. Such a perfect hole to fill.” 

You shudder, dripping down his cock and the inside of your thighs. “Oh god—” you choke out, your voice thick. 

Ellaria releases you when Oberyn rocks his hips impatiently. Your cheek drops to her thigh and with a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to her cunt, slowly slipping two of them inside. You know she wasn’t expecting it when her head snaps back. You can’t help the little smile that graces your lips. Her heat consumes you. Oberyn’s thrusts become faster, harder, sinking deep into your cunt. And with every stroke of his cock, your fingers go deeper into Ellaria. 

It’s a beautiful mess. 

You’re not sure how thin the walls are, you hope that they’re thick. You mentally apologize to the neighbors if not because none of you are making an effort to keep quiet. Ellaria grinds to meet your fingers, meanwhile, Oberyn’s cock is splitting you into two. His pace is brutal, you feel your skin rippling as his hips snap into you. Honestly, you’re not even trying to move your hand anymore, it’s all Oberyn—So technically, he’s fucking two people at once. 

Suddenly you find yourself being shoved into Ellaria’s delectable cunt, Oberyn pushes you down, blunt nails biting into your scalp. With a groan, you once again close your lips around her clit and suck. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then gently —almost fearfully due to the harsh grind of Oberyn’s hips— you graze your teeth. 

Ellaria cries out, a sound that takes you by surprise. Between wet eyelashes, you watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her walls squeezing your fingers tight. Her clit throbs against your tongue and just like that, she’s gushing heavily into your mouth. Oberyn’s movements slow, his brutal pace becoming a lazy one as his cock massages your walls. You have a feeling he’s watching her as well. 

Noticing that she’s crying out both your names, your pulse quickens. 

You pull out your fingers and hold her hips, wet streaks glisten on top of her sun-kissed skin. Burying your mouth deep within her folds, you allow your tongue to lick the remains. Another, more gentle, orgasm washes over her, the cries from before becoming sighs of languid pleasure. 

“Good girl,” Oberyn growls, his hand becomes a necklace around your neck and he hauls you up. He shoves his lips against your ear, the tremor of his voice making you tremble. “You know, I’ve never seen her come quite that hard with the others. She must like you a lot, pet.”

fuckfuckfuck 

The way he rolls his tongue as he says it, pet—you don’t expect it to affect you that much but it does, your entire body tenses, his cock easing in and out of you even faster thanks to the way you gush around him. 

“You like that?” 

Shit, he noticed. 

“I—I—” 

He grabs your chin and clashes your lips in a bruising kiss. Oberyn leaves you breathless, your lungs convulse, burning with the lack of oxygen. You taste a hint of yourself on his tongue. 

“Our sweet pet,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re stunning like this, all fucked out.” 

Oberyn kisses you once more then turns to Ellaria with a smile, “I can still taste you on her tongue.” 

“I would think so. She was quite thorough,” she teases, her gaze fixed on you. 

Ellaria touches herself slowly as Oberyn resumes his brutal pace. Wet noises flood the dimly lit room, Oberyn buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth. Your loins burn. 

Oberyn dangles you on the edge of a cliff. Every time you’re close to your release, he slows his hips into a gentle roll, only to build you up again. Ellaria simply watches, gently drawing tender circles while Oberyn toys with you. Their pet. 

“Please,” you beg. “I want to come.” 

You sound teary and embarrassed. Oberyn kisses your neck. “You have been good,” he murmurs, eyes moving to Ellaria. “What do you say?” 

“Let her come,” she sighs, smiling. “Make it feel good for her, Oberyn.” 

Oberyn makes a sound of eager approval. His one hand slips between your legs as the other grasp your breast, keeping your sweat-soaked body flush against him. His fingers draw tight, quick circles around your clit as he presses into you, hips smacking against your flesh over and over. 

It doesn’t take you long after that. 

Your orgasm hits you like a truck—hell, it hits you like a train. It’s violent, intense. Every muscle grows taut and your skin tingles as if it’s burned. You can’t even cry out properly, your mouth wide in a silent scream. Something warm trickles down your thighs, and if it wasn’t for Oberyn’s constant, steady praise in your ear you would’ve been embarrassed. But instead, you just slump against him. Your body feeling limp as if you might never be able to stand again. He rolls his hips, and each time waves of pleasure wash over you, it’s not as intense, but it feels amazing. 

“That’s it,” he rasps. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?” 

Your nod is followed by a hiss when he does, the sudden lack of him making you feel empty, and frankly, a little bit sad. However, you don’t get the chance to linger on the feeling as Oberyn guides you toward the empty spot next to Ellaria. 

She holds you in a tight embrace, whispering praise into your hair. Oberyn shuffles until he’s behind her, his arm draped over her waist. His cock is still hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with your slick. 

You ask weakly to Oberyn, “What about you?” 

“Always so thoughtful,” Ellaria purrs. She throws her arm back, pulling Oberyn close by the neck. He kisses a delicate path up that follows the curve of her neck. “You don’t need to worry about him. Just relax. . . and enjoy yourself.” 

When Oberyn sinks into her, you understand why Ellaria was so eager to watch your expression. 

You stare into the small bathroom mirror above the sink, the light irritating your eyes. You’re fresh out of the shower, naked, still dripping, the drops warm as it slides down your skin. Ellaria’s reflection comes into view, also naked, her hands delicately moving over your body, examing to see if you’re hurt anywhere. 

“How do you feel?” she asks, satisfied with her examination. 

“I’m fine,” you answer dismissively, still staring at your reflection. You feel detached, your limbs slow and tenderly aching. 

Oberyn squeezes a tub of minty toothpaste over the bristles of your brush and holds your chin. Instinctively, you turn to him. He gently pinches your jaw. You open your mouth. 

He starts to brush your teeth. This man you just met, this man who just railed the ever-living shit out of you. . . is tenderly brushing your teeth. You taste the mint and without meaning to, you wrinkle your nose. He laughs. 

“It’ll be over soon.” 

The thing that makes you tear up is how delicate they are with you. It’s unexpected. They don't think you’re invincible just from your looks. They see that you’re broken, see that you want to be taken care of.  And they humor you, treating you as you wish to be treated, without you having to say so. 

They touch you as if you are a glass rose. It makes your chest ache. 

“I think I have ointment somewhere,” Ellaria mutters to herself, turning on her heel and looking over the shelves. “It will soothe your skin.” 

The small sniffle you make goes unnoticed by Ellaria but not Oberyn. With a raised eyebrow, he pulls out the toothbrush. “Rinse,” he says simply. He turns on the faucet for you and you fill your mouth with water. You swish it around. Then look to him before doing anything else. “Spit.” 

You watch as the foamy water goes down the drain. You straighten back up, watching the reflections that dance in the mirror once more. You feel his eyes on you but you’re too flustered to answer his gaze. Ellaria holds a small container of ointment, when she sees your expression her brows furrow. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you mumble, not truly knowing the answer yourself. Oberyn opens the faucet again and rinses the toothbrush. After placing it back, he brushes his lips over yours, the gesture sparking life back into your body. “I don’t know,” you then say. “It just feels all so nice, I’m not used to. . . I don’t know, sorry.” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” Ellaria says, opening the small container. She takes a hefty amount with two fingers and rubs it into the tender skin of your asscheeks. “It’s normal. You haven’t been feeling well lately, and it’s common to feel a bit of a drop after.” 

“Is it really?” you ask. 

Oberyn answers you instead, “It is. You’ll feel much better when we’re back in bed when you’re between us.” 

Ellaria nods and you manage to smile. With a soft chuckle, you shake your head. “You two are too nice to me.” 

“The bare minimum shouldn’t be surprising you this much,” Oberyn’s gaze softens. “But we’ll fix that.” 

As the two guide you back to the bedroom, you believe they will. 

[multi-fandom-imagines-party]

Headcanons: Working for Baelish and being rescued by Oberyn and Ellaria

(gifs not mine, credit to the original posters)

Headcanons: Being one of Petyr Baelish’s whores and being rescued by Oberyn and Ellaria would include:

They sense that you’re unhappy working for Baelish, but you shy away whenever they attempt to talk about. You’ve heard too many whispers about how unhappy ones tend to have unhappy ends.

Oberyn gets angry at how King’s Landing destroys so many lives, and Ellaria soothes his rage in their quarters. They come up with a plan to help you.

They become regulars of yours, to Baelish’s delight. They show you kindness that none of your other customers do, and you slowly become more comfortable around them.

Sometimes, they request you to attend them on their travels through the city; Baelish sees it as an opportunity to learn more about them, but you try to hide as much as possible.

During your trips around the city they treat you with respect, unlike everyone else. You realize they are genuinely interested in you.

They tell you all about Dorne; the food, the people, the culture. You learn how differently whores are treated there than King’s Landing. It sounds much better, and you find yourself wishing you lived in Dorne.

One day, they request you to come to the Red Keep, offering so much gold that Baelish is forced to agree.

When you arrive, they offer you delicious food and drink to put you at ease. They tell you about their plan to rescue you, and ask you to come with them back to Dorne.

When you agree to the plan, they promise that no matter what happens, they won’t abandon you.

When you arrive in Dorne, you’ve become so close that Oberyn and Ellaria make you part of their household.

[dyns33]

Of Snakes and Kitten

Since I love them so much, I did a Oberyn x Reader x Ellaria story 

It was perfectly normal for the nobles of Westeros to arrange marriages between their children to form alliances between their houses and kingdoms.

But with soulmates, there were a few exceptions.

Some were crazy romantics, considering that fate should not be gone against, and others were lucky enough to be linked to an influential member of another house.

As soon as the mark appeared on their skin, copies were made and sent around the world, hoping that another important family would respond, announcing that one of their own was the lucky one, and that a wedding could take place.

Y/N had nothing to do with politics. Daughter of a lesser noble in the Kingdom of Vale, she spent her days reading and walking in the woods. Balls could be fun, she liked to chat and dance with her friends, but she did not receive the attention of young men, who preferred the other girls in her house.

It didn't matter, as her mother often told her, because one day she would meet her soulmate, who would love her more than anything.

She wasn't quite sure how to react when a raven brought the name of the one meant for her.

Oberyn Nymeros Martell, Prince of Dorne.

The man, nicknamed the Red Viper, had a certain... reputation.

He had been discovered in the bed of a noble's lover when he was only sixteen, and had poisoned the old man during their fight. Since then he had had many other conquests, both male and female, in almost every kingdom, and he was often with his paramour, Ellaria Sand, who bore him eight daughters.

No doubt he had many more bastards, whether he was aware of it or not.

Y/N tried to stay positive during the boat trip that took her to Dorne. If they were soulmates, that meant something. It had to.

And when she arrived in this magnificent country, with this ocean, this sand, these colours, and this smiling prince who welcomed her with a soft kiss on her hand, Y/N wanted to believe it.

The wedding not having to be celebrated before several days, they took the opportunity to spend time together and get to know each other better.

Oberyn was the sweetest man she had ever met, polite, funny, kind, cultivated.

Oh, he clearly liked to flirt, but he remained respectful, not touching her without permission. He showed her around the palace, the library, the gardens, the private beach, the city, and Y/N tried desperately not to look like a child excited by each new discovery, in vain. This did not seem to displease the prince.

           "You are so adorable, my sunshine. Like a kitten, you roam your new territory with curiosity and admiration, but looking upset to be seen in such a state. Have fun, little kitten. You don't have need to pretend here."

Being noble, and a woman, Y/N knew that wasn't true. With King Doran and the rest of the court, she was very careful.

It was the same with Ellaria Sand and her daughters. In the beginning anyway. Y/N was very intimidated by her soulmate's paramour, still wondering if she was going to poison her by serving her wine or kissing her. Ellaria was very friendly, and very tactile with her.

Almost as much as with Oberyn.

They touched almost every time they saw each other. Yet Ellaria didn't seem to be doing it to make Y/N jealous or show her that he was hers. Beautiful and fascinating, the Sand Snake was dancing around her.

           "I'm glad that you are his soulmate. I was afraid to meet an idiot, or a whore. But you're so pretty, so sweet. Yes, Oberyn is right, a real kitten."

           "... You didn't meet your soulmate ?" Y/N asked shyly, letting her caress her cheek.

           "No. I'm not looking for them. I love Oberyn. I love the other lovers I meet on my way. I love being free. And again, I'm really, really happy that you're here, and that we've met."

The proposal was obvious. Ellaria wasn't just willing to share, she really enjoyed Y/N, and maybe that could have worked.

But Oberyn did not seem as enthusiastic as his paramour. Certainly they spent time together, but he kept a certain distance between himself and Y/N. Maybe he wasn't so glad that she was his soulmate. Maybe he just wasn't happy about having a soulmate and being forced to get married.

After all, he too was known to love his freedom.

The day before the wedding, Y/N surprised him with several lovers and she understood then that he would never change, not for her.

Above all, he would never love her, not as she loved him, not as she would have liked to be loved.

This hurt her deeply. She cried all night, mourning her ridiculous childhood dream, when she should have known that since no one had ever loved her before, it would never happen.

She did not eat during the banquet and hardly spoke during her marriage, except to answer the priest.

Although he didn't love her, her husband was not cruel, and Oberyn noticed something was wrong. She didn't answer him when he asked her if she felt okay once they were in her room, just taking off her clothes and going to lie down on the bed.

He stared at her for a long moment before leaving without touching her.

The following weeks were terrible. The two spouses avoided each other like plague, Y/N staying either in her bedroom or in the library, trying to hide her sadness and tame her depression.

Ellaria was trying to help. It didn't help. If the prince had to choose, Y/N was sure he would take his paramour. But she couldn't blame him, he had known her longer, she was the mother of his children, and she was beautiful.

She couldn't blame Ellaria either. In other circumstances, she would probably even have considered her a friend, always there for her, gentle, patient, clever.

With great tenderness, she stayed with Y/N, combing her hair, checking that she was eating properly and stroking her hand like a lover.

           "Talk to me, my kitten." she purred as she sat down next to her. "Tell me why you are so upset."

           "... That's stupid."

           "I don't believe a word of it, because you're not stupid. I don't like to see you like that. Neither does Oberyn. He doesn't know what to do to cheer you up, he is afraid of having done something wrong and he hides himself at the other end of the palace."

           "He didn't do anything wrong, it was I who expected too much from him."

           "You're saying too much or not enough, kitten. What did you expect from this fool ?"

Tired, Y/N explained her dreams, her hopes, her lonely childhood, her doubts, her fears. She would have liked so much that her prince would make her forget all that, but it was not possible. He wasn't what she had imagined, and she couldn't blame him.

She just needed time to accept the situation.

           "My father wrote to me." she continued without looking at Ellaria. "He asks me when I think I'll bear an heir. I don't want the prince to force himself to be with me if he doesn't want to, but..."

           "My kitten. My kitten, that's the first stupid thing you've said since we met. Don't move."

Very quickly she returned with Oberyn, visibly sad to see her like this, and sorry to have hurt her. They didn't really have time to talk. The Red Viper and the Sand Snake wrapped themselves around Y/N to cover her with kisses and caresses.

No doubt that was how we talked in Dorne.

           "You're shaking my kitten. Poor little darling, so touch starved."

           "The people of the North are real idiots." the prince muttered as he kissed her, before turning to Ellaria to take her lips.

The pleasure was intense. Oberyn and Ellaria were truly gifted and caring lovers, and Y/N did not regret the experience.

But a thought gnawed at her as soon as they were done, and continued to plague her mind each time they found themselves in bed together.

Because they were always together, the three of them.

And yes, it was good.  Very good. Yes, she loved them. But did that mean something, that her husband was never alone with her ? Did Ellaria have to be there for him to feel desire ? Was she used to make him forget Y/N so that he could fulfill his duty ?

It didn't really seem to be working, because after two months she still wasn't pregnant, and that was soon to be a problem. It couldn't come from Oberyn, he had already had children.

She requested an audience with King Doran to discuss this matter.

           "I don't understand what I can do for you, dear sister."

           "You are the King, and you know better than anyone what is good for your kingdom. If I can't have children, then maybe it would be better if I left and your brother married someone else."

           "You are soulmates, that would be absurd. There is no one better for him. Either way, it will be his decision."

The prince was not pleased to learn what had been said during this exchange. He didn't understand why Y/N hadn't come to see him. Finding her alone in the gardens, he pinned her against a pillar, forcing her to look at him.

           "I am the second born. My brother already has children. I already have children. So if you don't give me an heir, it doesn't matter to me. I would be happy if you got pregnant, but know that the children of Dorne are all made in love, not out of obligation."

For a brief moment, Y/N thought she saw something dangerous in his eyes, beastly, and she thought he was going to take her here, but Oberyn just kissed her forehead before leaving.

Yes, the children of Dorne were made in love.

And Oberyn didn't love her. That explained why she didn't get pregnant. That was what she said to Ellaria as they drank wine on the beach, watching the sunset.

           "You two..." sighed the Sand Snake. "You really are soulmates. You are lovely idiots. My lovely idiots. Guess I'm going to have to step in again."

           "But..."

           "Hush, kitten. The maid will take you back to the palace, I have to talk to our prince who doesn't understand anything."

This time, when Oberyn ran into her room, he was alone, and he looked desperate, gently cupping her face in his hands with a pleading look.

           "Tell me that you know I love you. Tell me."

           "My prince, you don't have to..."

           "Yes, I'm a prince and I don't have to do anything. Exactly. I love you. I love you, I love you, I'll tell you until you believe me. I loved you when you got off the boat. When you smiled at the children of the city. When you marvelled at my kingdom. When your eyes sparkled in the library. When your laughter broke out in the gardens. When you kissed my girls. When you accepted Ellaria. I love you, not because you are my soulmate or I have no choice. You are so precious, my kitten, my sunshine, so bright, so beautiful. I curse all the people who made you believe otherwise. You are the most lovely person I have ever met. I love you as much as I love Ellaria. The others don't matter, I don't need to them, now that I have you. Forgive me. I didn't want to force you, I didn't want to overwhelm you. Everything is new to you, and your customs are different. I wanted to give you time and space. But If you want me, I'll always be by your side. I am an excellent lover, but I can be silly. I... I wrote you poems."

           "Kiss me."

The next day, Ellaria was delighted to find them entwined in the bed, and she was even happier the day Y/N began to vomit.

Y/N didn't understand why, it wasn't fun to be sick, unless the Sand Snake had finally decided to poison her. Oberyn too was surprised to see her so cheerful, but his paramour continued to smile, before looking at his soulmate's belly.

The prince then let out a cry of joy as he leapt from his chair to run towards Y/N and spin her around in the air, before kissing her and her stomach.

           "Really ?!" he asked.

           "Re... Really what ?"

           "I think so." Ellaria purred. "I will look for a healer."

The pregnancy was quickly confirmed, and celebrated by both kingdoms as a promising sign for their political and economic alliance.

It didn't matter to Y/N, Oberyn and Ellaria. The two snakes focused on the well-being of their lover, doing everything so that she lacked nothing. As their paramour played with the girls, Y/N turned to her husband.

           "Do you… Do you think it will be a girl again, or do you want a boy ?"

           "I don't care. It will be our child, whom we will cherish."

We meaning the three of them, as always.

As a child, Y/N had hoped to be happy and loved by meeting her soulmate. Now she had two lovers, eight daughters and a baby who would be pampered by this huge family.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Kinktober 2022

I’m participating in Kinktober 2022 this year using this list by the phenomenal @absurdthirst​ . If you'd like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

Day One - Diego Jimenez x Reader.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, gun play; grinding; one light slap

Day Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Warnings: Voyeurism; toy use (dildo); overstimulation; oral sex; cursing

Day Three - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Cursing, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom!Steve, Switch!Bucky, Sub!Reader

Day Four - Layla El-Faouly x Reader

Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding

Day Five -Josh Lyman x Reader

Warnings: Kitchen counter sex, spit as lube, piv, unprotected sex

Day Six - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Warnings: Sex work; lingerie; reverse cowgirl; piv; unprotected sex; accidental fluff and angst; this one also wound up being way longer than I expected it to be

Day Seven - AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Eight - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Warnings: Begging; phone sex; the fellating of a lollipop; masturbation; subby Jonathan

Day Nine - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; rimming; oral sex; anal sex; unprotected sex

Day Ten - Duncan Idaho x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; slight sensory deprivation; unprotected sex; size difference; choking

Dany Eleven - AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob

Day Twelve - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; riding; desk sex

Day Thirteen - Benny Miller x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation; phone sex; scent kink

Day Fourteen - Orlando Oxford x Reader

Warnings: Glory hole; piv; unprotected sex

Day Fifteen - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Cuckolding; facesitting; oral sex; dirty talk; piv; unprotected sex; cumplay; implied bi characters

Day Sixteen - Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa

Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing

Day Seventeen - Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Pussy slapping; oral sex; dirty talk; spanking

Day Eighteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex

Day Nineteen - Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Role playing/prep for a honeypot mission; oral sex; fingering; spit as lube; unprotected sex

Day Twenty - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Regency Mores; Handjobs; gags; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty One - Gurney Halleck x Reader

This can kinda be read as a companion piece to The Warmaster's Wife

Warnings: Masturbation; oral sex; fingering; breeding

Day Twenty Two - James Bond x Reader

Warnings: Sex pollen; unprotected sex; piv; implied multiple orgasms; rough sex

Day Twenty Three - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Lap dance; oral sex; fingering; rough sex; piv; one degrading term

Day Twenty Four - Javi G x Reader

Warnings: Edgeplay; praise kink; masturbation; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Five - Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader

Warnings: Collaring; mirror sex; choking; fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Six - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex

Day Twenty Seven - Abel Morales x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

Day Twenty Eight - Christine Chapel x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; fingering; body swap; blindfolds; edging

Day Twenty Nine - Stewy Hosseini x Reader x Kendall Roy

Warnings: Masturbation; voyeurism; oral sex; mentions of cocaine, but not use or abuse; implied Eiffel Tower

Day Thirty - Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Public sex; oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

Day Thirty One - Ray Merrimen x Reader

Warnings: Prey play, dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, derogatory language, pussy slapping, restraints, gagging, rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, aftercare, praise kink

[thefuckinsandes]

His Blossom

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x female!reader, slight Ellaria Sand x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, p in v, oral (male and female), slight lactation kink, slight breeding kink, alcohol, just pure smut, Oberyn deserves his own warning tag cause omg,

Word Count: 4305, I had a lot to say lmaoooo

A/N: I started writing this after binge watching Game of Thrones a while back. Oberyn deserves so much, so I thought to give him the life that the deserves. Who knows, if you all like this, maybe I'll make it into a series. Let me know! And as always, wrap it before you tap it!

The moment that you had first laid eyes on the Red Viper of Dorne, you knew that life was never going to be the same. Prince Oberyn Martell was the vision that every woman and man desired: tall, strong, and handsome with a lithe figure. The epitome of beauty.

The first time you saw him was within the library of the Water Gardens. You were searching for a book when you felt a presence near. A quick glance and there he was, fully concentrated on the parchment that was in front of him. You gasped at the mere sight of him and accidentally dropped the book in your hand. Before he turned to look at you, you grabbed the book and fled, not noticing the eyes that followed you.

The second time you saw him, you were making your way back to your quarters after spending the majority of the day in the library with some of the children of the household. His Sand Snakes, they proudly proclaimed as they spoke so lovingly about their father and mother. You quickly bid him a goodnight before rushing past him, red-faced and nervous. He stood there, watching you disappear into the dark before he returned back to his own quarters.

The third time you saw him was when you were comforting his youngest daughter, Loreza, after she had accidentally broken a vase. He quickly made his way towards the two of you and kneeled beside you.

“Loreza, my sweet, are you hurt?”

You knew that he adored his daughters with his life. He’d do anything for them. After the young child reassured him that she was fine and that you had cared for her, he turned to face you.

“Thank you, my lady,” he tells you before taking your hand and lifting you up from the ground. “I owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“There is no need, my prince. I was merely doing what a caretaker would do for her wards,” you responded back as you gently placed your hand on Loreza’s head, making the child giggle.

“Caretaker?”

Your eyes remained on the little one before you, nerves beginning to form as you spoke, “Ah yes, Prince Doran requested that I watch over all the children while here in the Water Gardens. Lady Ellaria knew of this, so I had made the assumption that you did as well.”

“Thank you for providing such love and care to my girls,” his eyes glowed as he spoke. “You will always be under the care of House Martell. Anything you wish, I shall grant, my blossom.”

What he did then made your eyes snap towards him. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your palm. A blush began to rise on your cheeks.

“May we go play now?” Loreza asked, snapping your attention back to the child.

“Of course, sweet one. Thank you, my-”

“Oberyn.”

“Thank you, Oberyn,” his name flowed from your lips.

Oberyn grinned as he watched you walk away with his daughter. He then felt arms wrap around his torso. A kiss is placed on his cheek.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she?” Ellaria whispers as she watches you leave.

“She is very beautiful as well,” his eyes never left your form as he watched you disappear around the corner of the hall.

Over the next few weeks, life has begun to change for you in the Martell household. More than often you found yourself conversing more with Oberyn. And not just him. Ellaria has been more present as well. You always felt their welcoming embrace and they provided nothing but warmth and comfort.

Anytime Oberyn was with you, he called you his blossom. You had asked him why he dubbed you “blossom” and his response was simple: you reminded him of the blossoms that bloomed on the blood orange trees in Dorne: beautiful, delicate, and sweet smelling. Soon enough, Ellaria had begun using the nickname as well.

You were watching the children swim late one afternoon and Ellaria is there with you. She tells you grand stories of her travels with Oberyn and about her life before she had met that man that she loves. She has your attention word for word.

“Have you ever laid with a man before?” She suddenly asks you.

You choke on the wine before clearing your throat, “Yes. With a young baker and a smith a few years ago.”

“And what about a woman?”

You nod, “Just once. She was the baker’s sister.”

“No! You jest!” Ellaria laughs before taking a sip of her wine.

“It’s true!” You laugh, “She heard us fucking one night and the next morning she walks up to me and tells me that she knew my orgasm was fake. We laughed about it all day and when it was time for me to leave, she gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She purposely made sure her brother heard.”

You both laughed loudly. This was nice. Ellaria was becoming that friend who you could open up to. She poured more wine to your glass when a shadow loomed over you both.

“And what are we laughing about,” Oberyn stands tall above you both. His smile. That smile made you weak.

“Just lady things,” Ellaria winks at you.

A heavy blush appears on your face as you quickly reach for your cup. Before you are able to grab it, Oberyn’s large hand takes it from the table and he takes a hearty gulp. He smirks as he hands you the cup, but it falters for a second when he sees you drink from the exact spot he had.

“It’s delicious, isn’t it.” The wine has made you bolder. Daring.

He licks his lips as he sees some of the wine drip from the corner of your mouth. His thumb reaches for it and swipes it across your lips before he licks his thumb.

“Absolutely.”

Oh how you craved him. Ellaria is staring at you, enjoying the effect that Oberyn has over you. She sees the way your body reacts to him. How your soul reaches for him. It’s exactly how she felt the moment she first met him. And she can feel Oberyn projecting that same energy. The thought of that brings a smile to her face.

“My love, leave us be. Go swim with our darlings,” Ellaria shooed him away.

He laughs and agrees to leave the two of you alone before kissing her. To your surprise, he leans over and kisses you on the cheek. You watch him remove his clothes and shoes, only keeping his bottoms on before he jumps into the water where his daughters begin to scream in delight.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he,” Ellaria whispers into your ear, causing you to shiver. You stutter, unable to form words as you watch her smile and wink at you. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.”

“Yes, he is,” you whisper back before taking a large gulp of wine, practically finishing off the cup.

“You know,” Ellaria starts as she refills your cup, “he talks about you.”

“Me?”

“About how caring you are towards the children, how beautiful you are, and,” she leans closer. Her lips are touching your ear now, “how he wishes to fuck you until you are screaming him name.”

You shudder as she bites your earlobe. How is it that her words cause you to fluster so quickly?

“Ellaria, please,” you gasp as you close your eyes.

“Look,” she grabs your chin and turns your head towards the pool in front of you both.

There you see Oberyn staring intently at the two of you. His eyes turned dark as he watched the way Ellaria moves closer towards your body. You feel her move her hands from your chin down to your neck.

“You see how deep his eyes are. He craves you. He burns for you.”

“But, are you both not?”

She chuckles, “I am both his love and his paramour. That doesn’t mean he can’t love just one person.”

You gasped as soon as the word love left her lips. He loves you? Why?

“He isn’t the only one,” she nips at your ear, catching your attention. “I myself have come to love you too.”

Ellaria’s hand is suddenly on your knee. It begins to wander higher towards the apex of your thighs. You shiver at the way her fingers gently create patterns. You slowly begin to widen your legs, welcoming her touch, when you suddenly hear Ellaria’s name being shouted.

Her hand moves away from your body while a gasp escapes your lips. Oberyn’s eyes are darker than before. The crease in his brows became deeper. His chest glittering with water droplets as his breaths are much heavier. You only hear Ellaria laugh besides you. Your eyes have been captured by the deep brown pools that belong to Oberyn.

“I’m sorry, my blossom. But it seems that our dear prince got a little jealous over the attention that I am giving you,” you can hear her teasing tone. She leans over and whispers into your ear, “He wishes to see you tonight. Will you let him in?”

“I will,” you whisper as if you were reciting a blessing to the Gods.

“Be ready, my blossom,” she kisses your cheek and makes her leave. You stare at her before turning your gaze towards Oberyn. He’s playing with two of the young ones, lifting them in the air and laughing with them. Love? You smile as you listen to the glees of them all. Yes, you were indeed in love with him.

Later that night you sat by the window reading a book. The moonlight was providing enough light to not need a candle by you. The wine besides you was forgotten as you continued turning the pages. A knock was then heard, causing you to pause and place a marker to keep your place on your book.

He’s here.

You brush the invisible dirt from your dress as you make your way towards your door. Taking a deep breath in, you grab the handle of the door and open it. There he stands in his golden yellow robes and a gentle smile on his lips.

“Good evening. May I enter, my blossom?”

“Yes, of course,” you move to open the door more, allowing his lithe figure to enter the room. He takes a few steps in before he turns to face you.

“A blossom, for my blossom,” Oberyn hands you the beautiful flower.

“Thank you,” you smile, smelling the flower. You enter deeper into the room, guiding him towards the center of it. “Would you like some wine, my prince?”

“How many times must I tell you, my blossom, to call me by my name?” you can hear his smile as he accepts the glass from you. “I love hearing you say it.”

“Oberyn,” you say his name. You move to gently place the blossom by the book you were reading.

He places his glass back on the table and makes his way towards you, grabbing your hand and lifting it close to his face. He begins to press gentle kisses on your palm and wrist, “Say it again.”

“Oberyn,” you whisper as he presses his body closer against yours.

“Again,” he gently drops your hand and instead cups your face, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Oberyn.”

His lips press against yours the moment his name leaves your lips. The taste of himself and wine flourish in your mouth as you feel his lips hungrily attack yours. Breathless sighs escape you and he devours them. Your hands make their way up his chest and towards his neck and you feel how fast his heart is racing. How it is beating so fast for you. Your senses are quickly being overpowered by him.

You both break apart, breathing heavily. His eyes are dark, blown with passion. Yours must be looking the same. You take his hands and bring it to your lips, repeating the same action he has done to you. Only this time you take his thumb, the same one from earlier that day, and lick the pad of it. Your eyes focused on his own.

“Oh, my blossom,” he groans before pressing it more into your mouth. You revel at the taste of him as you begin to suck his thumb, tasting both him and the ring he wore. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and let’s it linger against your lips before his lips reach for yours again.

His tongue pushes through your lips and nothing but moans are heard from the both of you. He begins to guide you towards the bed all while he is beginning to disrobe himself.

“Allow me,” your hands begin to remove the golden silk that envelopes him. As each layer is removed off his body, you begin your explorations. Seeing him in the water was a sight. Seeing him in front of you, chest heaving as you place soft kisses against his neck is otherworldly. Your lips begin to trail downwards. Nips against his clavicle; licks over his nipples. You slowly worship him.

As soon as you reached his bottoms, your eyes seeked his own. Nothing but love and lust filled his eyes as he breathed heavily. You descended down onto your knees, eyes remained on his, as you pulled down the last piece of clothes. His cock was freed from their confines and you moaned at the sight of him. He was gorgeous and you fully understood the cocky behavior he exuberated every so often.

Licking your lips, you looked up at Oberyn and with a soft sigh, you asked, “May I?”

“Please, my sweet blossom,” Oberyn’s hand began to tread lightly against your hair, guiding you where he needed you the most.

You pressed a sweet kiss against his hip bone before tasting him. The moan that he had released as soon as your tongue pressed against his tip was the most exotic sound you’ve ever heard. He tasted better than the sweetest of wines you’ve ever had. You move towards the base of his length and before he could even whisper a word, you flatten your tongue against the vein of him and slowly lick your way back up.

“Blossom, please,” he moans with such need.

You widen your lips and you take all of him into your mouth. The taste of him has your mind spinning. You knew that after tonight, there would be no other man that would ever compare to Oberyn. But the thing was, there would be no other man after tonight. It would be just him. Always him. The moment you began to bob your head back and forth, his voice grew louder. You wanted him to sing.

You hollow your cheeks as you continued to suck him. You wanted to try and take more of him, to feel him twitch inside of your wet mouth. Your eyes looked up into his own and you moaned against his length. His mouth was wide open as his chest heaved with pleasure. The moonlight made him glow. He truly was beautiful.

Oberyn sang praises as you continued worshipping his length. His hands tightened around your hair and he guided you to go faster. As you followed his pace, your hands made their way up his thighs and began to massage his balls. With a single push, his length reached your throat and you moaned at the feeling.

“My love, if you keep doing that, I will not last,” he groaned at the sensations. He pulled you off of his length, but you continued with your hands.

“But I want more,” you licked his tip, tasting the precum that leaked from him.

Oberyn pulled you off from the ground, standing even taller than before. His eyes bore into your own before his mouth reached for yours. Nothing but tongues clashing against one another and when he pulled away, his eyes showed all the promises he’d give you.

“There will be more later. I need to taste you, my love. I need you,” he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling down the straps that held your dress against your body until it pooled around your feet.

As soon as your skin presented itself, Oberyn’s lips followed. His lips first reached your neck as he placed sweet pecks against the skin. He reached the conjuncture of your neck and shoulder and he bit the tender flesh. A whine escaped you. It was all he needed to hear to guide you onto the bed. His nude body towering over your own. His lips continued to trail down your body. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples while his hand pinched the other.

“I can’t wait to see these filled with milk one day,” he groans at your taste, his fingers beginning their descent towards your wet core. “One day you’ll bless me with more beautiful children. You would make the perfect mother.”

You cried out as soon as his fingers began to circle at your bud, “Yes! Oberyn, please.”

His lips left your nipple as he pulled back to watch you come undone by his fingers, “Will you be mine? Be my paramour? Be the mother to my future children?”

“O-Oberyn!” You closed your eyes, lost in the pleasure that his long fingers provided.

He kissed your lips, “Open your eyes for me, my love. Please let me see you.”

Who were you to deny him? Your eyes pierced his own as you gave him more and more of your moans.

“Please, be mine.”

“Yes!”

Bliss. That’s all you felt as your orgasm flowed all over your body. You felt as if there was nothing in the world: just Oberyn and you. Oberyn took advantage of your blissed out state and made his way down to your wet core. He placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh before he flattened his tongue and began to feast upon you.

“Oberyn!” Your body shook as you felt his tongue lap the juices that flowed. Your hands went straight to his hair, gripping it tightly as you began to grind yourself against his face. His nose hit beautifully against your nub. You wanted more.

“Calm yourself, my love,” Oberyn chuckled as he licked his lips, fingers still running up and down your slit. “Or do I have to tie you down?”

That didn’t sound like a bad idea that all, you thought with a moan. Oberyn grinned and made his promise before returning to his ministrations. His large hands held you down as he ate you with much fervor. Your cries grew louder and louder as he proceeded to insert his fingers into your wet cavern.

“Can you give me one more, my love,” he moaned as watched the way your cunt took his fingers.

You nodded your head with such enthusiasm. Your hands went to grasp your breasts, moaning at the sensations of Oberyn’s fingers and tongue on you. You were close. Hearing the sounds that he was making, you pinched and rolled your nipples. Silent pleas escaped your lips as you felt the oncoming storm. One of your hands returned back to grip Oberyn’s hair. With a flick of his wrist and his tongue on your nub, he had you screaming as another orgasm erupted from you.

Oberyn moaned as he slurped up the juices from your cunt. The taste of you had him wanting more. Oh he was not going to let you go. You quivered as he took one last lick and pulled him towards you, wanting to taste yourself as you kissed his lips.

“Oberyn, I need you,” you whined, biting his bottom lip.

He moaned as he made himself comfortable between your legs. Taking his cock in hand, he used your sweet juices to lubricate himself and tease you before inserting the head of him in, slowly making his way until he was fully sheathed.

“Fuck, my love. You’re so tight,” his nose flared as he felt you clenched around him.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel him against you. A whine fell from your lips when you felt him pull out before snapping his hips against your own, bottoming out. He placed his head against the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking.

“More,” you cried at the sensation. You felt so full. Complete.

Oberyn kissed your neck once more before he began pounding into you. You asked for more and he delivered. Filthy sounds floated around the room as he fucked you with a passion. Your pants were heard as were the sounds of skin slapping against one another. It was sinful.

“That’s it, my love,” Oberyn lifted your leg, allowing himself to enter you deeper. “You take me so well. You were made for me.”

Your moans grew louder as the pace of his hips went faster. Your nails raked down his back, surely leaving marks as pleasure flowed through your body. Oberyn grinded against your core before pulling out of you.

“No,” you cried at the loss of him inside you.

“Oh don’t you worry, my blossom,” Oberyn grinned wickedly at you as he sat on his knees. He grabbed your arms and pulled you up towards him, placing a bruising kiss on your lips. He bit your lip and pulled away. “Get on your knees.”

You did as you were told and you felt his hands caress your back before slapping your ass. You cried in delight at the pain you felt from his hand. Oberyn gripped your ass and bent down, licking up your wet slit and bit your ass cheek.

“Next time,” he promises to himself before sliding his length back into your cunt.

Holding onto your hips, Oberyn did not hold back. He pounded harshly into you, moaning at the feeling of you clenching his cock.

“I love your perfect cunt,” he groaned as he slapped your ass again. “I want to fill you over and over. Do you want that, my love? Are you going to be mine?”

“Yes! Oberyn I am yours,” you trembled as you gripped the sheets, trying to hold yourself up against the force of his thrusts.

Oberyn grabbed your arms and pulled you up against him, your back against his chest as he kept fucking you harder and harder. His hand went straight to your breast, gripping you tightly as he pounded into you.

“My love, I need you to cum for me,” he panted against your ear. “I need to feel you cum all over me.”

“Oberyn!”

His hand left your breast and made its way down to your clit. His fingers began to create patterns that left you crying out. Him thrusting and rubbing you was going to be your downfall. You were so close.

“I feel you, my love. Cum for me. Let me feel you,” he groaned and bit harshly against your neck.

You cried his name out as you gushed all over his cock. Your body shook as he continued fucking you as you came all over him. Oberyn cried out, your cunt choking his cock as his thrusts began to falter. His hand returned back to your breast to hold himself steady.

“My love, cum for me,” you cried out as you placed your hand on his face and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss.

He moaned against your lips and with a final thrust, he came hard inside of you. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as ropes of his come filled you. You both pulled away from the kiss and breathed heavily against one another. Oberyn traced your nose with his before reaching for your lips again. A gentle kiss was interchanged before he pulled out of you slowly, moaning at the loss of your heat.

He carefully laid you back down onto the bed and he placed a quick kiss before he stood up. You closed your eyes and calmed your breathing. He returned, cleaning you up before he laid down besides you, wrapping you up and against his chest.

“How are you feeling, my blossom?” Oberyn plays with a strand of your hair, a smile on his face.

“Perfect,” you kiss his lips.

“Do you know how perfect you look in the moonlight? Like a goddess.”

“Oberyn,” you blush, hiding your neck.

He laughs, pulling you back to face him, “Don’t hide from me, my love.”

Oberyn grabs your hand and places sweet kisses against the palm of it. You intertwine your fingers, loving the way how his large hand looks with yours.

“Oberyn”

“Yes, my blossom?”

You face him and place your other hand against his cheek, “I love you and I would happily be yours. Will you be mine?”

Oberyn lips reach for yours, “Always, my love. I will always love you, even in the next life and on. I promise I’ll cherish every moment with you.”

You sigh happily. Your life felt complete. Well almost.

The door to your room opened and with the light of the moon, Ellaria’s figure was seen. She made her way towards the bed and sat down at the edge of it.

“Good evening, my loves. My blossom, did we enjoy ourselves?” Ellaria grins as her hand reaches for your ankle, trailing her finger up and down.

“We did,” you looked at Oberyn and kissed him before turning to look at her. “Will you join us?”

Ellaria stood from the bed and removed her dress, “I’d love to.”

[supernaturalgirl20]

Betrothed

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of pregnancy, unwanted arranged marriage, angst, fluff.

Summary: your father arranged for you to marry the famous red viper, a man you wanted nothing to do with. Good thing the feeling is mutual!

A/N: this is going to be a crossover with King Arthur: legend of the sword. I wrote this entirely based off a dream I had. I have a wild imagination 🤷‍��️ this is purely self indulgent but I hope you enjoy ☺️

{Comments and reblogs really appreciated}

You descended the ramp off the boat after weeks of travelling, greeted by the royal family of Dorne. All except the man you were to marry. You had expected as much, having heard about his many lovers both male and female, you knew the idea of marriage was a prison sentence to him. It would probably be the only thing you both agreed upon. Your father had arranged this marriage with king Doran, an alliance to strengthen both armies against the lannisters, and one you were completely against.

You were to arrive a month before the ceremony to allow you and Oberyn time to get to know one another. Something you had fought your father over.

“Lady Y/N, welcome to Dorne. I thrust you had a pleasant journey?”

“Thank you Your highness, I’m delighted to be here. I had a long journey but it was pleasant enough.”

“Unfortunately my brother had business to attend to, but you will meet him later at dinner.”

“This is my daughter Arianne Martell, she will show you around the palace and to your chambers.”

“Thank you your Highness.”

“Please, Doran will do. We are to be family soon.”

***

“This is the throne room, I spend most of my days here now, learning from father.”

You look around in awe at its beauty but are quickly pulled along by Arianne to the gardens. They were unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, filled with beautiful flowers and ponds.

“It is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you my dear.”

Startled by the unknown voice you jump slightly. Turning to find the owner, your met with a beautiful older lady, wearing a sheer golden dress, her skin tanned, eyes a deep brown and dark hair that cascades down her back.

“Lady Y/N this is Elaria Sand, my uncle’s paramour.”

“Well I am no longer his…”

“There you are!”

Oberyn walks towards Elaria and pulls her into him kissing her. He’s very handsome, with his sharp nose and chiselled jaw, covered with his salt and pepper beard.

“Uncle, this is lady Y/N.”

He stops kissing Elaria and looks at you, eyes raking your form, before turning his attention back to Elaria, peppering kisses along her face.

“So you are to be my wife? I do not…”

“I do not wish to be married to you either, but it seems we don’t have much of a choice. Let’s agree to this, once we are wed and have produced an heir, I shall leave Dorne and return home with our child and you are free to fuck as you please. Now Arianne would you please show me to my chambers I would very much love to rest.”

“Of course follow me.” She is beaming at you as she leads the way. You both leave the gardens and gobsmacked Oberyn.

***

You haven’t tried to get to know him since you arrived, you saw no point, you weren’t going to be here long. He hadn’t made an effort either. You only saw him at dinner and he either ignored you completely or was downright rude. The rest of his family were amazing, even Ellaria and his daughters had welcomed you with open arms. It’s two weeks until the wedding and some of your guests have started to arrive, one in particular you were to see. When he arrived at the palace you ran to greet him.

“I’ve missed you. I wish my father had chosen you to be my husband.”

“I wish he had to, but we can still be together.”

“Not how I want. Let’s run away together, Oberyn wouldn’t even care, he doesn’t wish for marriage.”

“You know if I could I would but that would just start a war between your kingdom and mine, and you know Bedivere would kill me.”

You smile up at him, “he could try.”

“There’s our Bonny lass.”

“Wet stick, back lack, you came.”

Running up to them they pull you in for a hug. “Of course we came, wouldn’t miss it for the world. Even though you should be marrying the Boss.”

“Tell that to my father.”

You show them around and later in the evening wet stick and back lack leave to give you and Arthur some privacy. You bring him to you chambers and push him into your oversized bed. You strip out of your dress quickly and stand before him in all your naked glory. His eyes trail over your form and he stands to remove his own clothes.

“Gods I’ve missed you.”

“Show me how much.”

Arthur lets out a growl as he lift you onto the bed and lies on top of you, his body cover yours. Your lips are locked in a passionate kiss, his hands grasp and grab at your breasts. He begins to move downward towards your wet cunt but you pull on his hair, tilting his head backwards so he’s looking at you.

“Not now. Please…I need you inside me.”

“As the lady commands.”

He grabs your leg and lifts it over his waist before lining himself up at your core. In one thrust he’s inside you and you moan at the feel of him stretching you.

“Missed this pretty cunt. Always so tight.”

“Arthur…harder…please.” He pulls out and you groan in displeasure at the emptiness.

“On your hands and knees my lady.”

You do as he asks and he runs his tip along your wet folds before sliding back in. His pace is hard and fast as he pounds into you. He knows exactly how you like it, always has.

“Yes….Arthur…just like that.”

“Gotta keep quiet lass, wouldn’t want your future husband to hear how well I fuck his princess.”

“Ugh…”

He pulls on your hair, bringing you up towards him, your back to his chest. He kisses along your neck while playing with your breast. You can feel your orgasm building and you can’t help but moan as you bury your hand in his hair, holding him close. You come hard, your whole body shaking as it flows through you. You know Arthur is close as his thrusts become more erratic, he quickly pulls out and spills his seed on your ass. He cleans you up before you both lay in bed and succumb to sleep.

***

The next few days you and Arthur both continue your nocturnal activities much to the annoyance of Oberyn. You had though he hadn’t noticed or if he had, simply wouldn’t care. He himself never refused physical pleasure. What you had failed to notice was that he was always where you were, always with his gaze set upon you.

“My love, why don’t you try talking to her? I believe you would get along quite well if you only gave her a chance.”

“I do not wish to marry her, or anyone for that matter. If I must, I would want to marry you.”

“You know that is not possible my love. It is your duty as Prince to form alliances. It is the burner of your birth.”

He sees you deep in conversation with Arthur and he feels a rage building in the pit of his stomach.

“You may try to fool yourself my love, but you cannot fool me. I see the way you look at her when you think no one is looking.”

He looks away from you then. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Hmm Hmm”

***

Arthur is out in the practicing with the sore when you appear in your armour. He laughs, not at you, but how you are unlike any other lady he knows.

“Come to fight lass.”

“I have. Are you up to it?”

“Aye.”

You pull the helmet over your head, a condition Arthur would not relent on. You fought and fought, a crowd gathered to see. Oberyn was amount them and he was impressed when you knocked Arthur to the ground. Of course he did not know it was you.

“You fight well. Do you think you beat the red viper?”

You do not speak, you do not wish him to know it you, yet. You nod.

“Very well.”

You fight him and you would admit he is a far more skilled fighter than Arthur, even without a magic sword. However you still manage to knock him to the ground, and as he lay flat on his back, you straddle him. You slowly remove your helmet to reveal your face and he lets out a small gasp when he sees it’s you. He’s impressed even more now. His hands come to hold your hips and he looks at you with just blown eyes. You release a small moan as your core comes in contact with his obvious desire for you.

“The famous red viper, beaten by a women.”

“It is a defeat I would gladly face to have you in this position.”

You can feel your cheeks flush, you move off him quickly before he can notice his effect on you.

“Where did you learn to fight?”

“Oh I have many talents your highness.”

“Maybe someday you will show me.”

You leave him and walk towards Arthur, “I believe you have captured his attention my lady.”

“What a shame, it wasn’t his attention I was after.”

He gives you a sly smile and punches your ass. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Oberyn.

***

It is the night before your marriage and there is a light knock on your door. Assuming it is Arthur you remove your robe and lay on the bed, naked and ready for him.

“You can come in.”

Your shocked when Oberyn is the one to walk in. You are not shy and since he is to become your husband, you see no reason to cover up.

“What can I do for my Prince?”

His eyes are blown wide with lust as they trace every curve of your body.

“I came to you to make a request.”

“Go ahead.”

“I know you and Arthur are lovers, and I am happy. I would never ask you to give him up, I have Ellaria after all. All I ask is that he doesn’t come inside you.”

You look at him with a smile on your face. “You think I let him. No! That is reserved only for my husband.”

“I am glad to hear it. You need to carry my child and my child alone. You can fuck whoever you please, but you will only bear my children.”

You can feel yourself grow hot under his gaze. “Is that so. Does the same apply to you?”

“I already have 8 children. I…”

“No! I mean once we are married, are you going to father children with other women? I feel it only fair that the same rule applies to you.”

Very well, if that’s what you wish?”

“It is.”

You move from your spot on the bed and straddle him. “Do you wish to have a taste before our wedding night my prince?”

“Yes!”

You begin to strip him of his robes and push him back against your many pillows. You settle between his legs and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving him a few tight pumps. Your tongue runs up and down the underside of his cock and whimpers beneath you. You gently massage his sac with your hand before you relax your throat and take him completely into your mouth. He is a writhing mess on the bed and the control you have over this powerful man sends a bolt of electricity to your cunt. You release him with a pop and go to line him up at your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. His head leans back into the pillow in pleasure as he grips your hips helping you move against him.

“Ngh…so tight….ride me faster my little flower.” He runs his tongue over the peak of your breasts and you let out a moan. Suddenly he flips you over and the weight of him on top of you feels perfect. You run your hands up his back, massaging and caressing your encouragement. You kick your ankles begin his ass and thrust up to meet him. His breath hisses between his teeth. He reaches between you and presses his thumb over your clit as his hips pick up speed. You cry out as fierce waves of pleasure course through your body. Oberyn moans your name like a prayer as he comes, spilling deep inside you. He falls on top of you and you both lay like that for a while. When he pulls out you feel empty without him. He pushes the bits of his seed that spill out back in.

“We don’t want to waste a drop now do we?

“No we don’t.”

***

Your father walks you down the aisle towards your future husband and your not as opposed to it now as you were. Oberyn takes your hand from your father and the ceremony begins. After the banquet Oberyn steals your away to your joint chamber.

“I was hoping maybe Ellaria would like to join us?”

“All in good time my little flower, tonight is our wedding night, allow me to enjoy the company of my wife alone. We can have others in our bed after, maybe even invite Arthur?”

“I would like that very much.

“Good. Now come I have an heir to produce.”

Part 2

Tagging:

@lunaserenade @anaaaispunk @asta-lily @librariantothejedi @seasonschange-butpeopledont @pintsizemama @almaeunice @dindjarinneedsahug @maievdenoir @elinedjarin @ikinmahlen @javierpinme @pascalisthepunkest @pascal-rascal424 @kirsteng42 @thorins-queen-of-erebor @rosie-posie08 @loserrlauraa @agingerindenial @nicolethered @stevie75 @colorlesswhispersunknown @janelongxox @dihra-vesa @jediknight122 @drinkingwhileblogging @alberta-sunrise @greeneyedblondie44 @prettylilhalforc @giselatropicana @athalien @phoenixhalliwell @sherala007 @its--fandom--darling @heartofjakku @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @littlemisspascal @hocus-chlocus @hayley-the-comet @ezras-channel-rat @neenieweenie

If your name is crossed out I’m sorry but I was unable to tag you.

(If you want to be added or removed please let me know or fill out my taglist form here)

[m0chisenpai]

Paper Faces

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count:  2.4k

Authors note: this has been siting in my drafts for MONTHS

“Your father is going to kill you”

“He won’t, he wouldn’t wish to upset his eldest and only daughter now would he? Especially not when it is I who holds the true power of our family name in the palm of my hand.”

“Yes and because he’s sending his darling apple of his eye off to live in the Watergardens.”

Your eldest cousin chortled as he pulled you into his side,“ah yes my darling cousin will go from rubbing elbows in the Highgardens to bathing beneath the suns of Sunspear’s gardens.”

You giggled with your eldest cousins descending the marble stairs of the gauche castle. You could care less about whose home you’d enter or who would catch sight of you. For one your identity hides behind the silken decorated mask so it was less likely guaranteed you would be spotted, and two who would dare to say a thing about a member of the family Tyrell? 

Your grandmother was a force to be reckoned with. A few words from her and one's family and generations to come would be penniless and hold no status in society. Because of her stature no one dared try and raise a hand to Olenna Tyrell or those with her last name and blood.

The ball being held was a sight to behold. 

Drunken lords and ladies and those of noble young blood filled the grand hall and stairs clad in the finest of gowns and intricate masks concealing their identities. Servants flitted about filling the nobles' glasses with golden champagne. Trays with filling pastries were passed about as well to fill the gluttonous bellies of lords whose eyes drank in the young beauties of Highgarden. 

In the middle of the grand room an orchestra played and a dance was held about the musicians. It was as though tonight's party holders knew you were to be sent away to live among the royal family Martell, it was a peace treaty of sorts. No longer would your days be spent lounging in your manor, spending your days looking at gowns, diamonds, or spending your nights in parties and balls. 

Soon you’d be spending your days being groomed and taught to be a nobleman's wife. Afterwards you’d be expected to spend your days producing a male heir and fulfilling your role as lady of the house. The final piece in your grandmothers move to form a treaty between the Tyrells and Martells. 

“Perhaps you’ll have the chance of warming his highnesses bed-“

“Hush! He has a mistress does he not? Perhaps I shall be passed off to some old fool.”

“He does. But I hear they bring others into their bed” Margaery whispered, making you nearly choke on the glass of champagne your cousin passed to you.

“You tell lies! She is not a woman to allow such a man to be had by any woman.”

“I do no such thing” she quipped back at her brother “In fact, I hear not only do they bring women into their chambers, but men as well.”

Loras scoffed at his sister, “they do not!”

“They do!”

As the two siblings quipped back at one another the young flower of Tyrell caught the warm gaze of a woman. Her eyes were warm and she wore her age beautifully, but she could feel the desire rolling off her body as she passed her drink to the man beside her and slowly stalked over.

You drank the last of your drink passing it off to Margeary, “I’ll be back.”

“And where are you going?” Loras gently took hold of your arm. 

Your smiled laying your hand on his own,“to dance to cousin dearest. Meet me on the grand staircase after this dance.” He softened his grasp allowing you to slip away. Only when you looked at the woman was gone. You merely shrugged it off and slowly weaved through the warm bodies and sea of silks and ruffles to find a decent man, or woman, to entertain yourself with that evening. If you were to be chaste until you were betrothed the least you could do was have one last night of passion.

A young man playfully bowed before you twirling you about sending you into a light fit of laughters as you fell into a new set of arms. 

“You flutter about so gracefully little one” You were now flushed against the golden beauty. Her eyes behind a gorgeous mask of the warmest hues which complimented her gown. 

“Do I my lady?”

“No need for formal titles, little one. And you do, unlike any Highgarden flower I have seen.”

“Your words are kind. Very well, then what may I call you?”

“Ellaria. Would you grace me with the honor of sharing a dance?”

Your eyes looked past her shoulders at the man she stood with. His gaze settled on the both of you. Though not in a way of protection. Those were the eyes of a yearning, he wanted a show. And who were you to deny such a pleasure.

“I shall” you dipped into a curtsy letting her take your hand into her own pulling you flush to her body. At first you two were off tempo with the music but soon your steps matched the tempo of the music. Your light giggles matched her own and a shiver tickled down your spine when her hands wandered lower.

“Does that ring on your finger mean you belong to another little one?”

“No, I belong to no man, And no woman.”

“Ah, you too enjoy the company of women?”

Your rouge stained lips turned up as you gazed up at her past your curled lashes, “in more ways than one.”

“I find their company unique as well. Something about the softness, the gentleness. It differs heavily from a man” Her lips ghosted the shell of your ear as she was pressed behind you. Her hands tracing the curve of your waist just to dance back up and caress the softness of your neck. 

“Like flowers,” you smiled softly as you held your hand up to her own walking in a circle. “My mother always said young ladies are like flowers, or rather they bloom into flowers.”

As your arms lowered Ellaria allowed her hand to fall onto your cheek, gripping your face ever so gently as she pulled you toward her. “and tell me my flower, what do your petals look like?” 

There were many rare moments that you were ever flustered, you always felt it was a sign of weakness. But you were quick to snap out of it, leaning to meet her lust filled gaze only this time your eyes locked onto the mysterious lord dressed in gold as you spoke.

“Like that of a springtime rose” your eyes drifted to the marble staircase where your cousins waved furiously at you, the chime of a bell just barely could be heard amongst the loud music that signaled the next dance.

“Until we meet again,” you pressed your lips to the corner of her own caught and gathered your skirts carefully running between the crowd. And just your luck did you stumble a bit losing one of your new heels, you were going to forgo them both. After all you could always have a new pair made, but someone else begged to differ.

You were half way up the steps when this time a man's hands caught your elbow

“My lady, is this yours?” You looked down at the man. The gorgeous mysterious lord whom you just danced for now stood below you. Your shoe in his hand, and Ellaria by his side.

“Indeed” you reached for the shoe which he moved from your grasp bowing a bit.

“Allow me” he knelt just before your feet looking up at you. You carefully hiked your skirts allowing your foot to peak out which he held with the most gentle of touches. His hand held your calf as the other slid the shoe back into place. Once done ever so slowly his hands left your leg eliciting a delicious shiver down your spine. 

“You're warm my lady, perhaps a walk in the gardens will help you?”

You looked back to your cousins, both occupied with full glasses and men of the evening. A few moments out the stifling heat would do you some good. So you took the man's arm allowing him to lead you far from the crowd, and through a series of short cuts you were now outside.

The two led you to the entrance of a maze which in silence the three of you entered. And with many more twists and turns you found a beautiful marble bench which you sat upon with the two of them sitting on either side of you.

Your fan picked up the cool night breeze and brought you some relief.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your face here my lady, are you new to Sunspear?”

“Indeed, I come from Highgarden my lord,” you said from behind your fan.

“What caused you to leave the garden?” he raised a brow as your eyes crinkled with mischief. For a moment he wondered if you truly were human. Perhaps it was the moon's light in your eye, but for a moment you looked like a gorgeous nymph. 

“I’m to be sent off,” your eyebrow quipped at the man's pout. “Was there more you wished to know my lord?”

“Much more, not many catch my ladies eye like you do my flower” his knuckles caressed your cheek “and I wish to know the beauty behind this mask.”

“Such pretty words my lord, you must be a man of literature.”

“Poems, I’ve written dozens. Some about my lady, and perhaps a few will be about you.”

You snapped your fan shut to playfully tap his nose “my lord are you implying we are to meet again?”

“If it were up to me I’d meet you dozens of times” Ellaria purred into your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut as her nimble fingers curled around your waist, anchoring you as she lay kiss upon kiss along your neck while the man before you pressed a deep kiss to the column of your throat.

“Your name” you breathed out hoping he’d understand your question which he did.

“Oberyn,” he whispered against the warmth of your neck which he attacked once more. You whispered it back, his and Ellaria’s names as they filled your mind and heart with such beautiful words, and warm touches.

And it all seemed too good to be true until the faintest sounds of the bell could be heard snapping you out of this pleasurable fantasy. “I’ve stayed for too long, I must return.”

“Will we see you again?” Ellaria quickly stood taking a hold of both your hands.

You smiled, taking hold of your ring, slipping it off and taking Ellaria’s hands to place it and curl her fist around it. “Should we ever meet again, show me this ring and I will know it is you.” 

“And how will we know it is you little one” Oberyn stood beside Ellaria.

“My eyes, my lord.” 

You gathered your skirts running through the hedges, into the palace and toward the marble steps where your cousins awaited you. 

You allowed your Loras to pull you up the marble steps, his questions fell on deaf ears as you looked back down seeing the faintest glimpse of the beautiful couple. You wondered for a moment what if you didn’t leave. What if you stayed? You could run away with the two of them. Yes you had only spoken to each of them that night, but it felt like you’d known them for far longer. 

Perhaps in another life? No. 

But it was too late for second thoughts, soon the three of you were tucked away into a carriage and off to your temporary estate in Sunspear. The palace gone from your eyes, but the memories of your night there will never be forgotten. engraved in your heart. 

The following morning like always Oberyn was woken up before the sun peaked against the horizons wrapped in the arms of his lover. His eyes held not only her soft brown curls, or the beauty of her face, but the beautiful ring that rested on her finger.

His own hand reached out ever so gently to trace the piece of jewelry. He wondered how she looked at this very moment. Would she be wrapped in the arms of his Ellaria? How would you look after a night in their bed? How would you sound? 

A million thoughts blossomed in his head until Ellaria finally awoke. Her eyes met her lover's gaze which in an instant allowed her to know his thoughts were invaded. 

She reached for his hand pulling it so she could place a kiss upon it and offer him a loving smile as she sat up to meet his gaze.

“Surely we shall see her again, my love. And if not, we have this to remember our night together.” 

Their loving exchange was interrupted with a servant arriving with a message from his brother.

A meeting with a family of noble blood preparing their eldest for maidenhood. Her mother was already part of his lover's court sharing her blood so it was only a matter of time before her daughter were to join as well. 

Quickly Ellaria was whisked away by her handmaidens and ladies in waiting whilst Oberyn tended to as well. He was ushered to the entrance of the palace where the court and royal family stood. A cream carriage, decorated and lined in gold approached and came to a stop. 

Out came the Lady Tyrell and behind her, the young lady of the house as well. Once in front of the royal couple she fell into deep, low curtsy. Her eyes averted to not meet the prince's gaze.

“Your majesty, I thank your family for allowing my daughter into your home. I pray she does not disappoint and your wife may teach her well.”

Oberyn nodded, raising his hand as a sign to arise “of course, my lady has spoken highly of you Lady Tyrell and I have high hopes your daughter will grow into womanhood with her stay in my palace, where is she? 

“She approaches now.” Approaching slowly dressed in beautiful blue silks came their darling lady of the night. Her face held no smile, and her eyes much like her mothers never lifted. Surely it was her, but how could either one tell, her eyes remained hidden. They never raised to meet their own, only seeking refuge in looking everywhere but at the two. 

“My eldest and only daughter, Y/N Tyrell.” 

You dipped lowly clutching your skirts as you averted your eyes from the royal couple. Once you stood, your hands clasped in front of you “I thank your majesties for allowing me a home in the palace. This is a great and noble honor that I wish to cherish.”

Ellaria allowed her hold on Oberyn’s arm to slip as she descended to now stand in front of the young lady. Her hand reached out catching the girl's eyes which nearly widened as she grasped the hand finally daring to look up into Ellaria’s own eyes which shone.

“Welcome, little one.”

[letsasoiaftogether]

Training Session

Imagine...training with Oberyn and things get heated between the two of you

Oberyn x Male!Reader

Word Count: 2,225

Warning: Mentions of sexual themes/brief description at the end of a sexual act

A/N: I sooo missed writing for Oberyn! Not sure if it’s one of my best, I’m rusty writing for Oberyn AND not too used to writing for male!readers, but I hope you all enjoy it never the less!

(GIF isn’t mine)

The Dornish heat was nothing new to you.

After all, being born and raised in the southernmost kingdom of Westeros had prepared you for the hottest of summer days. Still, the heat always affected you when combined with prince Oberyn Martell; it was like your body temperature rose by a hundred degrees when he was around.

“...you can’t be getting tired already. You must have grown lazy while I was in Braavos.” Oberyn teased as you once again doged too late and got a face full of Oberyn’s practice spear.

It had been three hours since the two of you broke your fast and moved to the training yard; it had become a tradition of sorts when Oberyn returned from his travels that the two of you would have breakfast together the first full day he was home (Ellaria and the Snakes often joined you) and then you would spend a few hours in the practice yard blowing off steam and being taught some new technique Oberyn had learned in Essos.

Three hours…and I’m already exhausted.

You weren’t an old man yet, but you also weren’t as young as you used to be. Oberyn often teased you that the Maesters must have gotten your ages mixed up and he was actually the younger of the two of you.

“If this was a real fight, I’d kick your ass.” you quipped back, smirking as you wiped a drop of blood from your split lip. 

The Red Viper laughed, throwing his head back as his body shook with the force of his amusement. “Is that so?” he looked at Obara and tossed her his spear, the oldest of the Sand Snakes caught it with a quickness she shared with her father and all her sisters. “Want to test that theory?”

“Hand-to-hand?” you asked with a raised brow, backing up to set your own practice spear against one of the many water fountains that could be found within the Water Gardens.

You couldn't remember the last time the two of you hadn’t used weapons, even dulled ones, when practicing. Perhaps when you had barely been of age back when you first came into the service of House Martell and became a member of their house guard. Oberyn had always been insistent on using weapons, finding more joy in it than throwing punches and kicks.

Oberyn hummed and nodded slightly, “I know you still like to throw a punch or two.” he clicked his tongue and took a step toward you, “Especially when it comes to keeping lovers away from my daughters.”

You winced, looking down with a small hint of a blush on your cheeks.

Beat the shit out of one guy that’s trying to sneak into the castle to visit Lady Nym and no one lets you live it down.

Oh, Nymeria had been furious with you when she appeared in that hall and found her lover unconscious on the floor, and she only grew more so when Obara and Tyene appeared and laughed at their sister’s failed conquest.

Prince Doran had given you an earful with everyone looking, but once the two of you had been alone in the Prince’s private solar the Prince of Dorne had chuckled and thanked you before making some comment about how if you kept fighting off the Sand Snakes suitors people would start to wonder if you were their father.

You had laughed and rolled your eyes at your liege when he said those words, pointing out that the Snakes didn’t need a second father when they already had the Prince of Dorne as one. You hadn’t thought, until you returned to the barracks, how the thought of being a parental figure for Oberyn’s eight bastard daughters had brought a sense of delight to you.

“Perhaps,” you began to say as you rolled your shoulders “You should teach your daughters to get better lovers.”

The Dornish Prince just smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief as they always did.

The two of you circled each other for a solid minute before you finally stepped forward and threw a test punch toward the Prince. As you knew he would, he quickly side stepped and slapped your hand away.

You knew each other too well, knew weaknesses and strengths of the other like you knew the back of your own hand, and when you trained together, especially hand-to-hand it already started with the two of you circling the yard, faking in various directions to try and find an opening to strike against the other.

Eventually, you stepped toward him once more and landed a kick to his side and that was all it took for Oberyn to grab your leg and throw you to the ground. You rolled the moment your body struck the stone and moved to your knees, bringing your arms up to block the punch heading for your head.

Things moved quickly from there; both you and the Dornish Prince both being experts in the fast style of fighting one wouldn’t see on the battlefield but rather in the fighting pits of Essos.

“At least you’re still good at this.” Oberyn mocked after you landed a second punch to his jaw and he stumbled backwards.

You nodded, panting heavily, “Thank you.” and you went in for another punch, knowing he would catch your fist. It gave you the opening you needed to slam your knee into his gut followed by your elbow into the side of his head.

It knocked him to the ground, and for a moment you worried you had hurt him when he immediately grabbed at his lower stomach with a wince of pain flashing over his face.

You paused, waiting just a split second to see if he needed to quick.

And that was the window he needed to trip you, throwing you to the ground and turning the tables in his favor.

You cursed and moved to get up just as he was on you, holding your hands above your head in a swift movement. You half glared up at him as he smirked down at you.

“Are you ready to give up?” he hummed, moving his knees closer to your sides so they were squeezing you ever so slightly

“Never,” you stubbornly growled out, wiggling to try and get free of him.

And before your body began to react to having him that close.

He sighed dramatically and released your hands, moving his own through your hair, down your face and over your shoulders before getting to his feet, “Very well,”

Pulling yourself back to your feet, you stretched to pop your back before bringing your hands up to block your face.

The next few minutes were spent with a series of punches and kicks from the both of you, and of course a few flips from Oberyn because he was a show off and because it had the younger four Sand Snakes cheering and giggling.

And then in a flash it was all over.

You hadn’t seen one of the older Sand Snakes throw him the whip until it was already in Oberyn’s hand, and by then it was too late to dodge it as you normally would have been able to. It was a dirty tactic and obviously not hand-to-hand, but that wasn’t something you were thinking at that moment.

The whip wrapped tightly around your throat, and while you knew Oberyn would never harm you - would undo the cord before any serious damage could be done - your eyes widened as you brought your hands up to grab at the whip, trying to pull it away, as your heart skipped a beat in fear.

The Red Viper pulled once at the cord until you were on your knees and then he stalked toward you, his free hand grabbing at your chin once he was close enough. “I win,” he purred, and you nodded quickly in submission - gasping in a quick breath of air as Oberyn gently removed the whip.

Your heart was still hammering away in your chest and you could do nothing but stare up at him. Your eyes were still wide and your breathing was labored. 

The heat had most definitely got to your mind as you felt your body reacting to what had just happened. You had always been a sensible man, unlike many of your countrymen, you had never gotten off from receiving or handing out pain. Of course, Oberyn had a way of making you question everything you knew about yourself.

His nimble fingers were still holding onto your chin, his face only a few inches from your own as his dark eyes searched your face.

A quick flick downward of your gaze, your cheeks heating up too brightly anytime you met his gaze, you couldn’t help but notice that Oberyn’s body was reacting in the very same way yours was. Your eyes widened even further as your eyes snapped upward, meeting Oberyn’s once more, and by the raised brow and the way his smile had grown into a sly smirk, you knew what you had just seen.

“Is it done then?” an annoyed voice asked from off to the side

You jumped slightly, having forgotten that you and Oberyn weren’t alone in the yard. Swallowing hard past the lump in your throat, you looked toward Oberyn’s daughters and Ellaria, noting that at some point Prince Quentyn and Prince Trystane had joined the viewing party alongside Princess Arianne and the newest addition to the Martell household, Princess Myrcella.

“For now.” Oberyn announced, helping you to your feet. Leaning toward you, his lips brushed over your ear, “We will speak later.” and then he left you standing there, breathing heavy, and harder than you could ever remember being.

You watched him go, avoiding Ellaria’s gaze of curiosity and amusement.

You had always found Oberyn attractive; anyone with eyes would be able to tell that despite the dangerous aura he gave off, he was undeniably handsome. Still, you had always made sure to keep those thoughts to yourself - to never give any indications that you felt that way. You were a knight of Dorne, a knight and a member of House Martell’s guard. You may have been born noble, but that didn’t mean you were anywhere near worthy to share the bed of the Red Viper.

Especially when Ellaria is so beautiful, could give him children, and the two loved each other so fiercely. 

You left the yard as soon as no one was looking at you, hurrying toward the barracks you shared with the other guards.

The door had barely shut behind you when you sat down on the edge of your bed and brushed a hand over the front of your trousers, trying to force yourself to think of other things. At the least, you needed the swelling to go down just a little so it could be hidden easier. The last thing you wanted was for the others to notice and tease you, try to get you to go to the brothel as they always did.

The light touch of you rubbing the front of your trousers was enough to pull a strangled moan from your throat and you fell back against the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to remain as quiet as possible.

It wasn’t helping that you could still feel the whip around your throat, and that your thoughts were only spiraling downward from that - imagining all the other ways Oberyn could tie you up and make you surrender.

“Gods,” you grumbled, quickly untying the strings of your trousers and pulling them down just far enough to free yourself, your hand wrapping around your length with haste.

It wasn’t the first time you had touched yourself to the thought of him. In your youth, it happened so frequently that you were nearly caught over a dozen times (probably more). Still, it was the first time you had pleasured yourself to the thought of the Red Viper in at least two years ever since you had finally gotten a hold of your feelings for him.

The next few minutes were torture and after a minute you stopped trying to hide your moans of pleasure.

The feeling of his warm, calloused hands on my chest and my hips, those same hands brushing up my arms to my shoulders - those warm, devilish lips against mine, drawing sweet sounds that would drive both of us crazy. His words of encouragement as we both chase our highs. The feeling of Ellaria’s lips around my - 

A gasp left your lips and your eyes bolted open just as you felt yourself fall over the edge, your seed splattering over your lower tummy before the shock of your thoughts could register.

Ellaria?

Had you really…

You had never thought of her being a part of your fantasies with Prince Oberyn.

Actually, you had never fantasized about any woman before.

“Shit.”

You were in too deep now.

As if being obsessed with Oberyn Martell wasn’t enough, now you had to throw Ellaria Sand into the mix.

Just as you groaned in frustration a soft throat cleared from behind you.

Tensing, you slowly turned your head to look toward the door - gulping visibly as your gaze landed on your Prince’s Paramour.

She smiled coyly, brow raised, as she asked, “Need a hand?”

A/N: I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!

If you enjoy this, and other content, and want to support me please consider buying me a Kofi at https://ko-fi.com/atlex0616

Thank you and have a good day! :D

[viperssunflower]

Lost Sunflower

Setting: Kings Landing/ Little Fingers(Lannister) Brothel

Character List: Y/N (F!Reader), Prince Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, Little Finger, Olyver, Ros, Tyrion Lannister, Bronn, Tywin Lannister, Y/N’s father, Ser Gregor Clegane “The Mountain” (will be updated if characters added)

Warnings/Rated: E!, Explicit, 18+ ONLY,

IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ KEEP. SCROLLING.

This is an explicit fic, there will be smut and alluding to smut as well as swearing, possible blood and knifes mentioned. I will update warnings for each chapter, but this fic itself is entirely explicit! So pls, only 18+

For this Chapter Warnings: swearing, smut, implied smut, oral (only mentioned, near the end) but male receiving.

Pairing: Oberyn x You, Oberyn x Ellaria, You x Ellaria

Oberyn x F! Reader (You) x Ellaria

Summary: Y/N is one of Little Fingers toys, she is a quiet and reserved girl who does as he wishes, however she defends herself if need be. Her arrival at Kings Landing and into the clutches of Lord Baelish is less than ideal. Our Y/N is a holder of a secret or few and one particular Olyver wishes to know more. That is until the notorious Red Viper is in country and she is one of the possible suitors for him and his beautiful paramour. Normally, Ellaria steers from the timid ones, but she sees something in Y/N, but not just as a woman to bring her and her lover pleasure but someone who is hiding something. Someone who is in need of something, of what she does not know. But, what Ellaria does know is when someone is not where they belong. These three have not come in contact by sheer purpose, but by the God’s accord and this truly will be a trip to Kings Landing that Oberyn and Ellaria will leave with justice in more ways than one

Chapter 1

The warm bright light of the sun was what woke you up, what usually woke you up. You felt it was the most calming way to start your day, after all, your days are usually anything but calm. This morning was one of those mornings where you truly wished to not leave your bed, or should you say cot tucked in a barely 200 square room foot room. The rest of your room consisted of a three drawer stand, a small pile of books and a washbin. You could go to the public one within the brothel where the rest of the “workers” go, but you’d found a bin for a reasonable sum on you rare allowance to leave and put it in your room for privacy. It was the only thing you really had when it came to the life you were now living.

After changing from your night clothes, a thin tank top and cloth shorts, you are now dressed in your standard day clothes. A dark maroon wrap dress, a gold band on your wrist, your hair partly braided just so it is out of your face and your necklace… safely hidden behind your dresses front. Yes the dress was open in the front in a v-shape but the chain was long enough to be hidden. As well as your earrings, multiple piercings in fact, covered your ears with gold curtesy of Lord Baelish himself.

As the days usual morning customers arrive, you hide out in the garden and kitchen to prepare some plates and dishes. Of course you can only hide so far from the Master’s mouse, “Morning Y/N.”

Olyver.

Biting back a sigh you turn, clearing your voice, “Good morning Olly, what can I do for you?” you reply, hands crossed in front of you. The blonde strides closer, his standard blue and gold robes on, with of a deviant smirk. “Just doing my normal rounds, checking on my girls.” You scoff, what an asshole, “We aren’t yours, Olyver. We don’t belong to anyone, not you. Not-” just then he grabs your chin in pinch. “I’d be careful with that mouth of yours little flower, it could get you in some deep trouble. He sneers, pinching just enough to hurt slightly as you glare up at him. This only amusing him more. "Now… how about you go make it useful. The backroom, two men. Lannister soldiers, chop chop” he sneers, letting go with a slight shove and pushing you out of the room. Groaning you follow the path to the back room, making your entrance through the side door the two soldiers are already nibbling on the fruit. “Ah there she is, c’mere lass. Come make our morning worth our while, your pay is already in the bowl” one says extending an arm as you check your gold bowl. Fake smile and all, you carefully remove your shoes and necklace. Placing the jewelry into the shoe before walking over. The solider, patting his thigh with a gesture of his head has you right where he wants you once sitting down. His own hand now on your knee, while the other man leans against the table nibbling away. “Oye, you know why he’s here?” the solider whose lap you now occupy asks, you shake your head wrapping an arm around his neck to not seem timid, giving your best seductive glance as you can. “He’s here… cause he lost a bet you see. Now, *the soldier, begins to trace your collar bone, aiming lower* he gets to watch you suck me off.” With that, you are picked up and put to the floor on your knees, a sharp whimper at the definite bruises now on your bones. Looking up, still not visible pain displayed on your face, you slide your hands up the soldiers legs. “Go on lass… let me fuck your face.”

Good morning to you.

[christinamadsen]

Love this story! 😍😍

The Viper's Bride - ch 12

Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst

The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.

Rating: E for Explicit. 18+ Word Count: 11.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, internalized homophobia. Reader is described as having hair long enough to braid. This is a MMFF polycule, folx. Get on board or don't click to keep reading. Pregnancy!* Mentions of sexism, abuse (parent to child), talk of even more arranged marriages (including one with a wildly inappropriate age difference), Oberyn's intense flirting gets a warning of its own. Fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pregnant sex, rough sex, foursome, group sex. Summary: Saying good-bye to your mother is the beginning of a trying day which ends on a surprisingly positive note. Notes: The blanket warnings for the story have been added to this chapter! 🧡

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11

Leyth smiles to herself the next morning when she comes into the room as quietly as possible with a breakfast tray laid for four. Drawing back the curtains and letting sun into the room only just stirs the easily-woken princess from her dreams but the comfort of having her lovers on either side of her seems to soothe her again and even sharp-minded and highly aware Ellaria continues to sleep soundly on the prince's other side. Tangled limbs keep the lovers all tightly nestled together, and Leyth decides that another half hour of slumber cannot be a terrible way to begin today. There will be plenty more stress with the trial's continuation today just as there was interminable stress last night, and she exits the room again as gently as she came. There is a fixture to mend on one of the princess's dresses in the meantime, and she can do that in her chair outside the door.

Twenty minutes later, Oberyn stirs slightly, opening his eyes and humming when he sees that Raeden and Ellaria are still wrapped around you and him. The foot against his own is the other lord’s and the hand wrapped around his waist is his own lover’s. He and Raeden are cocooned around you and Ellaria and he watches as your soulmate’s eyes slowly start to open.

The sun always wakes Raeden, and it is something of a small miracle that he did not open his eyes immediately on the curtains being opened. Instead he drifts from pleasant dreams into the cool morning. Rather than being disoriented by waking up naturally he all but sighs and lets the bed claim his heavy body for a little while longer. Though he had thought for weeks now that the first time he woke up to find the prince's eyes on him might be strange or even awkward, it is the furthest from it – and Raeden finds himself smiling instinctively as his eyes meet Oberyn's.

Oberyn’s answering smile is softer than it would have been if he had been seeking out physical intimacy. It will come, of that he is now certain, but he can wait until the other man is ready. “They are beautiful when they sleep, no?” He murmurs quietly.

“Always.” Careful to whisper, Raeden’s hand on your waist does not move even though he wishes to reach out at this moment. He is not necessarily afraid now – but he has no wish to wake you.

“You love her, don’t you?” Oberyn asks softly, reaching up and brushing a dark lock of her hair from Ellaria’s face. She doesn’t stir, although she sighs. “Ellaria?”

He had been expecting the question but it does not make him any less eager to have that conversation. While Raeden no longer fears being barred from your life in any way and does not think the prince would take exception to the connection between himself and Ellaria, he cannot be sure. “I—” He exhales softly in the morning sunlight and shrugs almost imperceptibly as if in apology. “I do,” he admits without the shame Which he has felt originally. “I love them both.”

“Good.” Oberyn nods, relieved by that fact. He does not think that the other man would lie about something that important. If what he suspects is true, he would want nothing more than for his lover to have the heart of the other man.

“And you?” Raeden prompts, not wanting to let the chance for affirmation slip by. Having seen how you have been worth your husband – and he with you – he might presume to know the answer already. But it would be a presumption.

“I love her.” Oberyn has no problem acknowledging that. The words slip from his lips easily. “She is my moon and stars. Ellaria is my sun and world.” His eyes find Raeden’s darker ones and hold his gaze firmly. “Now we just need to see what we are to each other.”

“Something less ethereal, I think,” he hums gently, looking down at you and Ellaria between them. “Your skies are full of beauty already.”

“You are not beautiful?” Oberyn tuts quietly and sends Raeden a disappointed look. “It is a rougher beauty, masculine and strong, but beauty nonetheless.”

Raeden chuckles and the sound is almost bashful as he tries to keep it from growing too loud or shaking you awake. “Am I a bird, then? Or perhaps a dragon?”

“Raeden Dragonstone.” He hums in amusement and nods. “I like it.”

This time when he laughs he almost barks it out, stifling the sound with his hand and pressing a kiss into your hair immediately afterward in apology as you stir against him. “After already having given me so much, you would do this as well?” He asks, dark eyes wide with disbelief.

“Do what?” Oberyn frowns in confusion.

“Dorne may not care if a man is born a bastard, but the rest of Westeros does,” Raeden reminds him, expression drawn in apology. He had thought the prince was making an offer, but he can see now that it was just a fleeting thought. “Stone is a name that carries great burden and shame, even with the promise of a new beginning.”

Oberyn understands immediately and nods. “Dragonstone is a good name, but I cannot choose it for you, handsome.” He explains. “It must be a name you like. One you will be proud of carrying.” His hand slides across his lover and yours and his fingers slide up the curve of the strong jaw of the other man. “If I were to choose, you would be Lord Sunstone of Dorne.”

“What is a sunstone, then?” It sounds like it ought to be a real stone, and Oberyn’s touch warms through his skin to make his cheeks burn. “Perhaps I will consider it.”

“Copper colored stones that glitter in the sun.” Oberyn tells him with a soft curve of his lips as he talks of it. “Warm and beautiful, even more so when they are polished and the beauty is recognized and appreciated. Like you.”

“I cannot imagine being the unwitting recipient of any of your compliments,” Raeden’s smile widens and he swallows a laugh that might otherwise have shaken your body as well as his. “It is a flattering sentiment. And something to think about.”

“You go by Stone now, but when we forge your house banner and creed, you will decide a name that you see fit.” He declares, sending the other man a small wink and feels though there are secrets, this will work out for the best of everyone.

“I will never be able to thank you properly,” the younger man murmurs, noting that he understands there is still time for all of these things to fall into place. But in a moment of gratitude he reaches for Oberyn’s hand and squeezes it gently. “But I will never give you cause to regret your kindness toward me.”

“There is no need to thank me.” The prince assures him. “The Vale lost a valuable man and Dorne has no wish to squander valuable men. In my bed or out of it, soulmate to my wife or no.” He looks deep into your lover’s eyes. “You earned your place at the seat, it is your turn to play the games of nobles. I will just teach you how to win.”

“What my husband can’t teach you is how to whisper.” You mumble, stifling a yawn as you crack your eyes open to first find Oberyn smiling at you in amusement. “Luckily, I was already dreaming of you both.”

“Only the sweetest of dreams for my Princess.” Oberyn coos, his hand joined with Raeden’s sliding down to caress your cheek. “What were you dreaming of, my love?”

“Our passage to Dorne.” Their combined hands on your skin make you hum with comfort. “Or I think it was. There was a ship, at least.”

“Oh?” Oberyn’s brow ticks up curiously. “Did we spend the voyage in a tangle of limbs and drenching pleasure?”

“Let us hope my dreams are not prophetic.” You huff but keep your voice to a whisper. “I was sick. Seasickness sounds most unpleasant.”

“So we were lavishing you with attention.” He chuckles quietly.

“That is not a hard thing to do.” Ellaria’s voice is sleep filled and her eyes heavy when she opens them to smile at you.

“I shall become very spoiled if you all dote on me so much.” Still, it does not keep you from smiling at them all or distributing a kiss to each of them now that you are all awake. “Good morning, dear ones.”

Ellaria accepts her kiss from you and then in turn gives Oberyn and Raeden one. “I believe that as the woman who is carrying the Prince’s future heir, you deserve to be spoiled and doted on.” She tells you. “Correct, lover?”

Your eyes widen, mouth slacking open, and you stumble for a moment to string even two sounds together, let alone words. “How did you—?” You ask in wonder, when your mouth and mind finally work again. Maester Rhodestone had performed his rituals and examination yesterday and determined you are, indeed, with child. But only Cal knew, and you had sworn him to secrecy until you could tell Oberyn.

Her lips purse in a small smirk and she reaches out to cup your cheeks. “My lovely girl, I have carried four of his children.” She reminds you. “You mentioned your breasts being tender when you removed your corset and the laces were more lax than they have ever been, meaning your stomach is slightly swollen.” She bites her lip. “Are you angry I spoiled a surprise?”

“No.” You could not be. Not when the news is so welcome. But even as you squeeze Ellaria’s hands in yours, you look between both men with apprehension. “Maester Rhodestone confirmed it for me yesterday. Though it is early, he was certain.”

The choked cry of happiness is Oberyn’s and he laughs as he reaches for you. Pulling you over his lover and on top of him so he can lunge up and press his lips to yours. “Does that mean you are excited, love?” When he finally lets you breathe again you feel so light that you could fly, but your arms around each other keep you anchored at least for now.

“I am.” He rasps out, his voice thick with emotion as his hand slides down over your ass. “A little prince or princess to roam the halls of Sunspear with their Sand Snake siblings.” He hums and kisses you again. “Go kiss your Raeden, love. I know you want to.”

“He says prince or princess now, but it will be a girl.” Ellaria hums, watching as you move across the bed again to go to Raeden’s arms.

“I do love having girls.” He muses and winks at Raeden as he pulls Ellaria into his own embrace.

“You are not upset, my love. Are you?” It had been discussed that you and Oberyn were trying to conceive, and both Raeden and Ellaria had seemed genuinely happy for you. But now that the time has come, the lingering fear that being pregnant with any other man’s child might upset your first soulmate draws your face and wrenches your heart with concern.

Your lover frowns and shakes his head, reaching up to cup your cheeks and pull you close. “I am happy.” He promises you. “Your womb is filled with your husband’s child and I will be able to touch you again. To hold you and not fear disrupting his line.” He leans up and presses his lips to yours to seal his promise to you.

“The next will be yours,” you swear, a shuddering sigh keeping threats of worry at bay as you sink against him. “I promise you.”

He rolls you over, under him, and grins down at you. “I will hold you to it.” He hums, kissing down your neck.

“On my honor.” The words are as serious as you can manage while the feeling of his familiar lips on your skin makes you sigh and giggle alternately.

“Are you happy, my sun?” Oberyn asks Ellaria softly, smiling at the giggling coming from the other side of the bed.

“To have another babe to dote on so soon? Of course.” She nuzzles into his side, dusting kisses along his exposed skin. Oberyn slept clothed last night – something he never does – and it has raised a question in Ellaria’s mind. “If I know you, my love, you will soon have a list of names and be sighing over memories of your other daughters in their infancy.”

“All of our daughters made the sun rise in the East.” He protests, pouting slightly at her before he grins and pulls her close. “If you wish to have another child, with your lover, I would not be angry about it.” He murmurs softly. “You are my soulmate, and our bond is strong enough for others to love.”

“It has been many years since I carried a child, lover,” Ellaria sighs, thinking of how dearly she had loved pregnancy, despite it ending in the pain of childbirth. “My time may be coming soon, as it did for my mother and her sisters. If I am able to bear another child, I will be proud no matter whose seed has planted the babe inside me.”

"I know." He nudges her nose with his and pulls her close for a searing kiss. Eager to touch the woman he has shared a lifetime with and still considers the first true love he's ever had.

A knock on the door comes with the polite clearing of a throat, and Leyth steps into the room with apologies in her posture. “Forgive me, my lords and ladies,” she will forever consider Ellaria a lady. “But there is not much time to ready yourselves. The trial continues.”

Oberyn huffs and shakes his head. "Gods curse this trial." He grumbles. "I despise the theatrics and the lies."

“Hopefully it will not drag on too terribly.” Even lying underneath Raeden, you still frown slightly and reach to run your knuckles along Oberyn’s arm reassuringly. “Although I confess, I am not looking forward to today for other reasons. I promised to meet my father at the docks just before things begin. To…to see my mother’s ship set sail.”

Oberyn frowns and nods, looking towards your lover. "Go with her." He orders Raeden, protective always but even more so now that he knows you carry his child. "I would go myself, but there is no one else I trust more with her safety than you and my lover." He tells him.

“You have to be at the trial.” Raeden agrees. His hand squeezes your hip carefully and he rolls to your side to leave a kiss on your cheek. “I swear she will be safe, and delivered to the trial immediately afterward.” Another day sitting beside you and Queen Margaery during speeches and testimonies stretches out in front of him and he knows it will not be easy for any of you.

"Should I come too, lover?" Ellaria asks you, willing to put herself through the boredom if Oberyn wishes to have more support for you. "I can accompany you to the docks if you would like some more support."

“I do not wish to bore you.” The four of you are starting to sit up and get out of bed as slowly as slugs, but you reach over to kiss Ellaria before getting out of bed. “But I would welcome your company at the dock this morning. I…cannot be sure how I will react, and I would relish the support.”

"Done." She assures you and sends you a small wink. "Give me five minutes and I will be ready, Princess."

“I am afraid I will need more than that,” you laugh, stretching as you stand on two feet again. “Perhaps ten. That is all.”

“Of course.” She stands and saunters towards the other room that she and Raeden have been sharing. “Pregnant women get to take their time.” She blows you a kiss and sashays out through the door.

******

It is not long after that you are walking out into the dock directly under the Red Keep to witness your mother’s departure, and your father is already there. Standing in silence on the wooden planks, he has a soft look of melancholy on his face when you step up beside him and touch his shoulder gently. “Have you been here long, Papa?”

“Before the sun rose.” He admits, sleep eluding him throughout the night and the regrets of past mistakes weighing heavily on his mind. He had failed you, failed Marlee, and he has a hard time reconciling that with the man he thought he was. He reaches over and takes your hand, turning towards you. “I am sorry.” He chokes out. “It was my duty to protect you and I failed.”

“We were all hurt by her, Papa. You especially.” You hold his hands faithfully and give them a gentle squeeze. “She took great pains to hide her true face from you. Or at least to keep her treatment of me away from your eyes. You cannot be blamed for that.”

“You did not feel like I would protect you.” He argues. “Or believe you. Otherwise you would have come to me. Told me what your mother was doing.”

He is right, and the separate shames you both feel over that fact is something that can only heal with time. “It is over now,” you offer instead. “She may have harmed us, but she will not be able to harm any of my brothers’ children. Or mine.”

“No, she will not.” Despite his feelings, he is determined that his grandchildren and his daughter will suffer no more. “I have already written a letter to your brothers.” He tells you quietly.

"I can only hope they will not be too angry at the news." You hang your head slightly and feel your shoulders drop. "I will write to them as well, to tell them everything that has transpired between her and I since leaving the Vale. There...was much. And the worst of it was directed not only at me but at Raeden, as well."

“Tell me.” Your father begs quietly. “Tell me what made you elope with the Prince. It must have been her.” He’s realized that he was denied seeing his daughter as a bride because of his wife and it saddens him even more.

The most you can do as you swallow down the memory of that day is nod solemnly and look back at Raeden and Ellaria nearby. "She...was going to claim that Raeden had forced himself on her. Which would have been a death sentence. B–because she was angry with how I spoke to her in front of the prince the morning we met."

“Gods be damned.” Your father’s eyes widen and he realizes the depth of his wife’s rottenness. “And you ran to the prince to beg him to marry you in order to keep Raeden away from her.” He guesses quietly.

"The only solution I could think of was to make Raeden a Dornish subject." You nod again, telling him that he understands correctly. "You had sworn him to protect me specifically and not our family, so I could save my soulmate by marrying."

“You are smarter than any man.” Your father praises quietly. “You remind me of my Marlee.” He reveals. “That is why I could not force a match before now.”

"I am sorry she was taken from you." Having almost lost your soulmate, you cannot imagine the pain of making your way through the world without him. "Would it..." Looking back at Ellaria and Raeden, they seem not quite to be reading your thoughts but nod to encourage wherever it is that your mind is going. "Perhaps you would like to travel on to Dorne with us when we leave King's Landing? Spend a little time there before returning home again?" Your hand lights on his shoulder and you remind yourself to smile. "There will be an official royal wedding to celebrate, even though we have already been wed."

“I confess, I do not know how your dynamic works.” He admits. “I know the rumors of the prince and it seems as if he still does what he wishes, but I will never judge you for finding happiness.” He turns and looks you in the eyes. “If you would not be bothered by it, I would like to go to Dorne again. Feel close to Marlee.”

It would not be bothersome to you in the least, and you have no desire to discuss the sharing of your bed with your father, so you gloss over it and hug him tightly. "Perhaps you will decide to stay long enough to see the birth of your next grandchild."

“Have you told your husband you are carrying yet?” He asks. He’s aware that the other woman who is standing off to the side is Oberyn’s lover, and might not know.

"This morning." The smile that it brings to your face is bright, and if it were a less inappropriate moment you know that you would be standing between Ellaria and Raeden with your hands tightly in each of theirs. "We are all excited. It will be something joyful to think of with all the darkness around us as of late."

“It is his child?” Your father asks softly, not wanting to insult you, but curious.

“Yes. There is no doubt of that.” It actually makes you laugh a little, which you stifle and look back at Raeden with a smile. “You do not have to understand the arrangement I have with my husband, Papa. Or the freedom with which I have given my heart. But know that all of the children I bear, regardless of whether the father is Oberyn or Raeden, will be loved equally.”

“I have no doubt and I will have no ill words about it.” He frowns. “There have been too many hateful words directed towards you and I wish for you to have nothing but happiness and love.”

“Then rejoice, because I have those things in spades.” Your life is so far from what you expected and yet so rich, and you hope that he can see the honesty of it in your eyes. “Her plan to cause my misery has backfired entirely. I am happier than I have ever been, and Raeden prospers like never before.”

“Then I am a happy man.” He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it just as a carriage comes into sight. His sigh is heavy and he squeezes your fingers. “Your mother.”

The carriage is plain, nothing ornate about it or the bars built into its door where an open window might have otherwise been. You hold tight to your father’s hand as that same door swings open and a guard from the keep leads a woman in septa’s clothing from inside. She is screeching and howling, threats made in every direction although the guard ignores her entirely. “Just as we left her, I see,” you murmur to your father with a sigh.

“Take your hands off of me!” Your mother howls. “Don’t you know who I am? I will have your balls removed from your body.” She struggles, trying to get away from the guard, but he is holding her by the chains around her wrists.

“You no longer have the power to make threats, Mother,” you remind her, stepping forward as the guard leads her toward the dock where you have been standing. “You no longer have any power at all.”

“You little bitch!” She hisses, spitting at you when she gets close enough. “You did this. You could not stand leaving your father and knowing that his time and attention would be mine.”

“I am sorry to hear you think so.” Causing more of a fight by reminding her that he intended to leave her with her brother before returning to the Vale will not do good for anyone. “I did what I must, for the safety of the people I love.”

“They don’t love you, you stupid girl.” She sneers, smirking viciously. “Your husband will fuck any and everyone he sees and your soulmate–” her dark eyes turn venomously on Raeden. “–will leave you behind to find a legitimate wife. Someone who can give him more than bastards. You will be all alone.”

Raeden starts at that accusation, knowing he would never leave you regardless of any wife he might ever find, but you shake your head a little to tell him that it is not worth being angry over. In mere moments your mother will be gone from your lives forever and it will be for the best. “I hope that one day you find peace, Mother. Because I promise you, our peace will be immediate. Once you are gone to the Sept to take your vows, we will none of us, spare you another thought. Your name will never pass our lips again. You will be forgotten. And that is the way to be truly alone.”

“You cannot do this.” Her face morphs into a beseeching expression and she shuffles towards your father. “I am your wife.” She reminds him. “I have stood by your side faithfully for nearly thirty years.”

“There is more than one kind of faithful,” he tells her, his normally deep and resonant voice sounding thin from sorrow. “Beating and threatening our children is far from faithful. You betrayed my trust, if not my bed. And I think that may be far worse.”

“She deserved every one of those beatings.” Your mother insists. “Naughty, willful child. It was the only thing that could be used to manage her!”

“You ought to have tried love, Mother.” It is too late for such things now, but you take your father’s hand again and swallow a sigh. There are tears forming behind your eyes that you absolutely do not want her to see you shed. She does not deserve a victory in any way. “Papa has loved me unconditionally my entire life and I have done everything he has ever asked of me.”

“Why would I love you?” She snorts. “You are a girl. A girl is less valuable. You have to earn love.”

“I see.” It is something so much more monstrously heartbreaking than you had expected – to hear that you never even stood a chance of having your mother’s love. From the moment you were born you were doomed, and there was nothing that you could have done to cure the evil misdeed of being a daughter to a woman who only wanted sons. “Gods give you peace, then.”

“Take her away,” your father tells the guard, holding all the more tightly to your hand as he gives the command. He cannot stomach any more of her hate or lies, or her desperate pleas for clemency. The sooner she is gone and he is free of her, the better.

Ellaria moves to your side, her fingers lacing through yours and squeezing tight as she watches your mother fight the inevitable and being dragged up the gangway onto the ship. “Girls are not less valuable than boys.” She understands you know that, but she needs to make her point. “Can you imagine a man pushing a baby out of his ass? People would cease to exist.” The joke falls flat, unable to comfort you.

“I did nothing wrong.” The tears fall freely with her at your side, and now that your mother is far enough away not to be able to see them. “My crime was simply existing, wasn’t it?”

“Your mother is broken.” She tells you simply, turning towards you to command your attention and reaching up to dry your eyes. “Obara’s mother was angry that she did not wish to stay with her, sell her body and lead the same life as her. Cursed her as Oberyn carried her away from hovel she lived in and wished death upon her child.” She shakes her head, frowning at the memory. “Some women are not meant to be mothers and yours is one of them. She was broken. Never you.”

Your free hand comes up to touch your unchanged belly – feeling slightly uncomfortable these days but still unchanged by the baby inside. “I hope she’s a girl,” you murmur, hanging your head beside Ellaria’s. “With all my heart. So that there will be one more girl in this world who knows nothing but pure love from her mother.”

Her other hand covers your gently and she hums softly. “She will have nothing but love from her entire family.” She promises you, her dark eyes on yours and she would kiss you if it wasn’t for your father being near. “Whatever they might be to her.”

“Thank you, love.” The love you feel for Ellaria may be slightly different than how you love Raeden or Oberyn, but it is not lesser. It is richer in some ways, or more complicated, but certainly not less than anything.

“Do not thank me until you are embracing your child and cooing lovingly to them.” She tells you with a smile.

“In time.” Your hand moves to Ellaria’s cheek, the supportive motion lasting only a few seconds before you offer her and Raeden the best smile you can muster. “Papa…” he is just beside you, but you know he is watching the ship as it readies to sail with the tide. “The trial will be starting soon and I must be there for my husband and the queen. But…will you have supper with us tonight? I do not wish for you to be alone too much. Not so soon.”

Your father smiles wanly and shakes his head. “Perhaps another night.” He pleads. “I–I need to be alone tonight at least.” He reaches for your hand and wishes for you to understand. “I wish to grieve and leave ill thoughts behind before I have dinner with you…again.”

Grieving is certainly something you are familiar with, even if not in the same way. He is grieving his past in many ways, while you grieved an entire future. “I understand. But if you decide you would rather have company, please do not hesitate?”

“I promise.” He tells you. “Go, I will be watching the horizon long after the sails disappear.”

“I would stay with you,” you cringe, knowing that this situation never could have been foreseen. “But a promise to a queen cannot be broken.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Go and be the princess that Dorne needs.” His smile is more genuine this time. “I am proud of you, my daughter. And I love you. I have loved you since the septa placed your squawking, squirming, little body into my hands.”

“And I love you, Papa.” Both of your arms encircle him in a tight hug, and you squeeze your father against you for just a moment, careful not to let more tears fall.

“Go, Princess.” He whispers softly. “Take your lovers and see the trial well.”

“I pray it sends swiftly and fairly.” With one more hug, you reach instead for Raeden and Ellaria’s hands to return to the keep.

******

Oberyn watches the doors to the great hall, eager to see you and make sure that your eyes are not devastated. If they are, he will call for a break to comfort you. His child. You are carrying his child. It was planned, it was expected, and despite having eight other children that he loves, he is excited beyond measure because of the babe that lies in your womb.

There is no mistaking the direct gaze on the doors when you walk in. It takes no trouble to search out the judges of this business, but Oberyn is watching. He has been waiting and it shows in his eyes. You nod when your eyes meet, not quite smiling but able to communicate across a room that you are as well as can be expected.

Only when you nod, is Oberyn able to relax. Leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs, adopting the careless pose he had managed until this morning. Until you were not there. He’s surprised to see his lover by your side and wonders if that means the send off for your mother was even worse than he imagined.

“Just here.” You have spotted Queen Margaery in her seat not too far from where the judges sit and you know that the seat beside her is meant for you. “If you wish to leave Ellaria, none of us will blame you.”

“No.” She hums in amusement. “I will see what all the fuss is about.”

"Then come and sit with us." Not letting go of their hands, you lead Raeden and Ellaria toward the seats sitting open near the queen. "Margaery will be glad to see another friendly face."

She isn’t sure that her face will be especially welcomed by many, but she smiles and follows you towards the widowed queen. “Queen Margaery.” She murmurs quietly, curtseying slightly.

"Ellaria." The younger woman reaches out her hand to clasp Ellaria's quickly before moving to yours. "And my dear princess. Your attendance today is more comforting. Please, will you and Lord Stone join us?"

“If it is your wish, your highness.” Raeden assures her, puffing up proudly at being recognized by the queen.

"Yes," she smiles, and it is more sincere than you have seen from her in a week or more. "Most assuredly. The princess speaks mostly highly of you."

He knows that you would always speak highly of him because of your bond. However, he bows in front of Margaery and smiles. “Then I pray to the Seven I do not disappoint.”

"I do not believe you could." She answers magnanimously, indicating the chair to her other side for him to sit in.

Ellaria’s brow shoots up and she smirks at the way that the queen is obviously flirting with your soulmate and she can’t say that she hates the idea of the queen in bed. Her eyes find yours and she winks.

Determined not to react at all when there are surely eyes on you from all over the room, you clear your throat gently in Ellaria's direction. She has noticed something that you have not and you will be most interested to hear about it at the first break of the day.

She pats your hand and leans into your side, weaving her arm through yours to side companionably. Ready to sit out the day and see what sort of mess Tyrion Lannister has gotten himself into.

******

By the end of the day, you can feel your energy flagging and your concentration has wandered quite a lot. The midday break was spent having luncheon with the queen as she asked amiable questions about Raeden's training and his new House, as well as showing interest in the daughters Ellaria shares with the Prince. The news of what had happened with your mother had not reached her ears yet and you left it that way, not wanting to spoil the otherwise light conversation. Now that the day's proceedings are over with, though, you are more than glad to make your way back to your chambers with your soulmates and your lover and pretend that the rest of the world does not exist for a little while.

Oberyn keeps his arm around your waist and he pulls you close. "Perhaps we will have a quiet night, just the four of us." He suggests looking behind him to Raeden and Ellaria to see what they think.

"Perfect, lover." Ellaria coos, nodding in agreement. "It has been a taxing day and our expectant mother needs to rest and be pampered."

"You do not have to do anything special," you insist, though you are practically burying yourself in Oberyn's side at the same time. "It is enough to be able to spend time together. Without the difficulties of the day hanging over us."

"Some weak wine, some food, a comfortable bed and three sets of hands to massage your body doesn't sound like a good evening?" Your husband asks, sounding amused that you would turn down such a thing.

Even with your face in his shoulder, you cannot help the sheepish way you smile. "I said you did not have to, my love. That does not mean that I would turn you away if it is what you wanted."

"I will have Leyth bring us plenty of the princess's favorite foods." Raeden offers, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder softly.

"Thank you, love." One step past having accepted your feelings for your husband, it seems as though it is a title that you may use for all of your lovers without hesitation. "I am truly just glad to be able to spend tonight with the three of you. Today was more taxing than I could have expected."

"I know that it was." Ellaria tuts, clicking her tongue slightly as she remembers the horrid scene at the docks. "Now we will relax and make you think of more pleasant things."

"Raeden seems to have made friendly strides with Margaery," you report, letting yourself be led to the overly large chaise lounge that you have been favoring lately. "At least that went well."

"Yes, it seemed very friendly with the pretty widowed queen." Oberyn chuckles and he smirks at the other man. "It would be a young, ripe womb." He muses. "Attached to a very noble name."

"You cannot be seriously suggesting such a thing?" Raeden returns to the room with a dubious expression on his face and an amused shake of his head. "She is curious because you have given me a new House. That is all."

"Curious and desperate to leave this place." He shrugs slightly and opens the door to your rooms. "Something to think on, Dragon-Sun-Stone." He jokes.

"It is impossible to think on." He insists. Not because he finds the widowed queen unattractive by any means – after all, he has eyes – but because once again there is such an enormous difference in stature and he cannot imagine anyone being willing to give up such luxury as she must be used to in order to begin a brand new noble house.

“Says you.” Oberyn tells him. “Once her reputation is in shambles, she will be lucky anyone would wed her. And she knows it. She’s choosing that.”

"And for the life of me I cannot understand why." Raeden busies himself with watering down a cup of wine for you and pouring cups for everyone else.

“Because she will be forced to wed Tommen.” Oberyn answers. “And she knows that if another Baratheon dies, it will be her head as well.”

"Tommen?" His head whips up in concern. "He may be a king, but he is a child."

“That does not matter to a group where his father is his uncle.” Oberyn snorts.

"I hate to think of how far she is willing to stoop to dig her way out of that family," you accept your cup gratefully but sigh. "Not that I consider being bedded by my husband to be low, but to willingly throw her own reputation away? It is such a sacrifice and she should not have to do it."

Oberyn sends you a false pout and a huff. “Bedding me is an experience.” He corrects you, sending Raeden a wink. “Just wait until you find out.”

"One day soon." The chuckle Raeden lets out is lighthearted, something it could not have been even a few days ago. All the time that passes between the four of you makes things much more comfortable.

"So she intends to ruin her reputation and live a life free of restraint? That doesn't sound so terrible."

"Not precisely," you admit with a frown. "She intends to be caught with Oberyn so that she does not have to marry Tommen, but she will still have to marry someone one day. Her father will turn her out if she ends up a spinster."

Oberyn closes the door and smirks as he moves towards his lover and your soulmate. “A pity for one so pretty.”

"She has our hand of friendship." As Oberyn had instructed, you had offered her a place in Dorne if she needed safety. "I dearly hope that she will not end up needing it, but I have done what I can. Or at least, if there is any other help we can offer her, I cannot think of it."

“Enough about the queen.” Oberyn has bored of the conversation and is more interested in things between the foursome in the room. “Let us relax and enjoy our evening.”

"What would you rather talk about, lover?" Ellaria hums, setting herself down on the small extension beside your chaise with her own cup of wine.

“Soulmates.” He pours himself a cup now that everyone else has one and saunters over towards the group.

"Is that so?" You do your very best not to squirm or be visibly concerned, but Oberyn seems very pointed about his choice of discussion.

“Yes, it’s fascinating, isn’t it?” He drops onto the chaise beside you and curls around your body to rub your stomach.

"Possibly." Accepting the kiss that he places on your lips is easy, but you clear your throat gently afterward. "Are you thinking of the children, perhaps, husband? Of your daughters' soulmates?"

“Did you know that second soulmates are a possibility?” He asks the room, ignoring your questions.

"It...has never been documented." Ellaria's posture remains unbothered though her voice is tense.

"They speak of second soulmates in fairy stories," Raeden agrees quickly, before burying his face behind his wine. "To comfort those who have lost their soulmates too early."

“No, there are documented cases of second soulmates.” He notices how the other two are tensed up and he can read the guilt that flashes in their eyes. “Star went to the Citadel and was loaned a book on it. Interesting things.”

"How fascinating." Affecting an air of complete calm, Raeden offers you a smile now that he has gathered his own wits. "There is simply not any topic she can resist reading about."

“Yes. I read about it after everyone fell asleep.” Oberyn reveals. He had slipped from the bed easily and poured through the book. “I fear we have that in common.”

"Did a particular story intrigue you, lover?" Ellaria asks, a note of hope in her voice that this is simply some odd non-sequitur to tell you all what he had read in the maester's book.

“Several.” He admits, looking over at the woman who has shared a life with him for so long. “The ones that intrigued me most were the stories of having two soulmates at the same time. Apparently it is extremely rare, something the old gods and the new see fit to give very few people.”

"That sounds exceedingly rare," she agrees, focusing on her wine and glancing toward the door now and then, presumably to see if Leyth will appear with supper to be shared. "They must have been very interesting stories."

“They are. The thing that I have concluded is, that for a second soulmate to be possible, there must be a change of fate.” Oberyn tells you all, his eyes sharp and his mind whirling. He had admittedly been thinking more about the situation than the testimony today.

"That seems most unusual indeed." Although, you have to admit, it does make sense. For your situation, anyway. You have all had a rather extreme change of fate in the last few weeks.

“Yes.” He slides his hands up your body and cups your breast idly as he talks, as if he is not having the most serious conversation of his life with the people who mean the world to him. “There is no shame in having two soulmates. As long as everyone is comfortable with it.” His eyes turn to Ellaria and Raeden. “I am comfortable wearing Ellaria and Star’s marks, aren’t you, Stone?”

Raeden freezes momentarily, but he is not alone in that. You and Ellaria are also sitting stock still and staring at Oberyn with open mouths. "You–?" When Raeden manages to form a syllable again, he is fumbling in his seat and nearly spills his wine down his doublet. "You wear th–them both?" He gasps, needing to be absolutely sure that he has heard the prince correctly.

“As do you.” Oberyn says breezily, as if he is not only accusing Raeden of keeping secrets but revealing them at the same time. “It seems as if our little foursome is bound together in two different ways.” His shirt is easily pulled over his head and he twists around to reveal your marks on his back. “My soulmate and your soulmate are also soulmates, Star. As well as you and I.”

“When?” Ellaria asks, more demand in her voice than you would have expected. She is not angry so much as badly shaken, and trying to piece together every bit of information. “How long have you had them? How long have you known?”

“Our marks showed up just a few days ago. Right before the trial started.” He tells his lover. “I suspected yours a few days before that.”

“You suspected it even before?” That news flabbergasts you in your own right. But then – Oberyn’s intelligence should not be underestimated.

“My lover never is shy about exposing her body.” Oberyn tells you. “Fumbling for clothes, modesty, it is not in her nature.” He tuts, reaching out and stroking Ellaria’s arm. “Is it, my love?”

“And if I had claimed it was for the princess’s comfort?” There is no use in arguing the facts, but Ellaria is interested in whether or not Oberyn would have accepted that lie.

“You were worried she would be upset.” He’s already guessed as much. That the two of them feared your reaction to knowing that Raeden shared a bond as intimate as a soulmate connection with another. That you would feel like you were not good enough.

“It certainly would have been a shock,” you admit, looking down at your hands. “I may not have taken it very well at all…depending on when they had appeared. How quickly, I mean.”

“Yes.” Raeden nods, slightly sad. “Which is why we couldn’t tell you. We were afraid you would feel like I was abandoning you.”

Disappointed in yourself more than anything else, you give Oberyn a pleading look. “You cannot be cross with them for being correct.”

“I am not cross with them.” He reassures you, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. “I understand the worry of someone you love. How we both chose to keep it quiet until we knew more.”

“So it is…” you sigh, glad to hear that the deep rumble of Oberyn’s voice is not anger. “That we each…have two soulmates…but we are not all soulmates?”

“Perhaps we could be soulmates, one day.” Ellaria hums, reaching out and taking your hand. Offering you a smile. “Just because we do not share marks does not mean our hearts do not belong to one another.”

“It is odd to think of gaining soulmates,” you admit, lacing your fingers through hers tightly. “But I know I do not love you less for not being my soulmate.”

“It is very telling that she worried about your feelings.” Oberyn adds, kissing your shoulder and sending his other soulmate a warm look.

Ellaria holds tight to your hand as she reaches over you, sinking into Oberyn’s welcoming embrace. She has despised keeping this secret from him despite thinking it was best for you, and now that the truth is out in the open she can feel her heart blossoming once more.

“Go to your lover, Star.” Oberyn whispers in your ear. “Let him know that you are not upset at him.”

Switching places with Ellaria is natural enough, and you take her place on the cushioned sofa beside Raeden to wrap your arms around him and press your forehead to his with a relieved sigh. "I could never be upset with you again, love. One fight was more than enough for us."

His own arms slide around you easily, his own sigh soft and relaxed now that you know. “I’m sorry, my love. I did not want you to think that I was moving on from you. I will never move on from you.” He vows softly, his words resolute.

"Our lives have changed in innumerable ways, my love." Raking your fingernails gently along the length of his neck and shoulders, you find yourself automatically climbing into his lap to be as close as possible. "We never could have known this would happen."

Now that the truth has been revealed, Raeden wants to touch you. To caress every inch of your body and map the new scars that adorn your skin. His lips press to yours frantically while his gentle hands start to work on the laces of your dress. He needs you, more than he needs to breathe and he hopes that you need him just as badly.

From somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear Oberyn's low chuckle and a sigh of pleasure from Ellaria, but all your focus is centered on Raeden at this moment. The solid bulk of him beneath you as he begins to pluck at the lacing of your dress is comforting and oh-so familiar, letting you sink into him all the more fully.

"Infuriating, aren't they?" Oberyn chuckles, having already pulled Ellaria's dress off her willowy frame and caressing her skin. "We will dress our princess in the most scandalous of dresses, perhaps she will roam Sunspear nude so we can just seat her on our cocks whenever we wish."

"Her favorite nightdress," Raeden mumbles, grinning as he pulls back from your lips to kiss along your neck even as he speaks to Oberyn. "Opens with just the slip of a tie. All her dresses should be like that."

“Hmmmm.” Ellaria’s lovely thigh is covered in a familiar scar, the same one that he had traced on you. “Yes. No undergarments. Ready to take us at a moment's notice.” He chuckles. “Though I wish to see what our girls will look like on both our cocks.”

"There is no need to wait to find that out," Ellaria coos, nimble fingers already loosening the ties of Oberyn's soft trousers after tossing away his boots. "That can be a sight for tonight and every night afterward that we desire."

Raeden groans and shakes his head. “If the prince would allow me, I wish to make love to his princess.”

“Does the princess herself have a say in this?” You raise one eyebrow to your husband but the smile tucked up into the corner of your mouth is for both men. Now that you have managed to conceive there is no reason to abstain for you from Raeden’s company and all of you know it.

“Of course she does.” Oberyn snorts. “As long as the maester is sure, I have no problem with my wife deciding what she wants tonight or any night.”

“Rhodestone had no hesitation.” The old man’s certainty had been near giddy, in fact, and his happiness infectious.

“He has called several pregnancies just by looking at the woman.” Oberyn tells you. “It is like a gift he has been given from the gods.”

“Then let us hope he is able to predict many more children for our extended family.” That is what you all are now – family. Tied together by love and loyalty, if not your marks.

“Hmmmm.” Oberyn hums, pleased by the idea and he captures Ellaria’s mouth with a searing kiss. Eager to touch her now that the secrets are no longer between them and he shudders when she presses a kiss to one of your scars.

Sounds of pleasure begin to fill the room in a creeping crescendo. With every taste of skin or loving caress, there is music added to the air. No moves are made to go to separate bedrooms. No flimsy gestures of modesty as the two pairs of soulmates – first soulmates, as you will now have to distinguish – strip each other bare and hold each other as close as human bodies will allow.

Ellaria’s hands tangle into Oberyn’s short hair and she moans into his mouth as she grinds down on his cock. “Are you satisfied, lover?” She breathes out. “Another child of your seed is firmly planted.” One hand leaves him to reach behind her, touching your shoulder and caresses it gently. “In such a lovely womb too.”

You hum as you pull away from Raeden even momentarily, and shiver when he starts to kiss Oberyn’s marks on your skin – ones he knows so well from Ellaria as well. “High praise from one so beautiful,” you return, turning your head to meet her lips next. She meets the kiss with a sigh and smiles against your lips. Her hand sliding around your cheek and down to your neck to anchor herself to you just as Oberyn slides inside her.

Swallowing her moan eagerly, you do not move from Ellaria’s kiss for a moment, but feel Raeden latch onto one of your nipples with eager enthusiasm and nip at the bud so that you will moan along with her. Raeden’s tendency is always to make sure you are dripping wet before he fills you to ensure you feel no discomfort, and he holds to it even now.

Raeden’s fingers are between your thighs, stroking your slit and wondering why he doesn’t feel envy. He’s not upset that Oberyn has put his child in you, he’s eager to see you round with the babe.

“Love—” Panting into Ellaria’s kiss, your hips rock into Raeden’s hand at a much less controlled pace than your hand as it pumps his cock. “You will not hurt me. Please, love.”

“What do you want, Princess?” He nips and kisses at your skin, unsure of how Oberyn has been seeing to your needs.

“As much as you are willing to give.” Breaking from Ellaria only long enough to look down at him, you still shiver at his touch even when it is light. “I have always found pleasure in some pain, my love. Please do not be afraid to take your pleasure from me. I am more than willing to give it.”

He frowns, trying to reconcile the woman that he knows with the woman in his arms now. “Are you sure, my love?”

"Entirely." He has always been careful with you. Treated you as though you might break if he were to use all his strength with you. But that strength is what you crave from him.

His grip on you tightens and he watches you carefully as he does. Wanting to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. Instead of flinching or making any kind of uncomfortable sound, you sigh out a moan and squirm against him eagerly. "More, love," you beg, waiting to see where his limit lies.

Raeden groans and squeezes your hip harshly. He has always worried about hurting you, knowing that he is strong and you have been so mistreated by your mother. To have you ask for a rougher touch has him feeling powerful as his cock twitches and he shoves his hand between your thighs and pushes two fingers into you quickly.

"Gods above." The sharpness of the feeling, the divine neediness of it, makes your body jolt and shudder in the best way. "Yes, love."

Your breathless praise makes him eager to hear more. “Yes?” His mouth trails south and when he wraps his lips around your nipple, he gives you the sharp sting of his teeth.

"Yes!" It stings divinely, making your body feel as though it is being set ablaze one sharp sensation at a time. "It is perfect, my love."

His fingers thrust ruthlessly into you as he continuously bites and sucks on your tits, pulling moans out and he can’t help but spurt pre-cum onto your hand. Turned on and confused, all he can do is give you more.

"It has been far too long," you groan out, only letting go of his length to savor the taste of him from your skin before returning to your greedy strokes. "Have missed feeling you inside of me."

“Mount me.” He is not above begging at this moment. “Take my cock as yours.”

"Gladly." Ellaria is already riding Oberyn beside you with unbridled enthusiasm, and you want nothing more in this moment than to keep the eagerness of the night rising. You shift in Raeden's lap so that you can be sure you are over his cock, then pull his hand away so you can plunge yourself onto him as if it were a personal goal to take all of him at once. And perhaps it is, if you are honest with yourself, because you keen rapturously at the overwhelming feeling of it.

Raeden nearly chokes, his grip on your body turning bruising as you quickly envelope him. Gasping out your name and his toes curl when you squeeze him.

Not having to hide your pleasure has taught you to explore volume, and you cry out happily when Raeden’s hips snap up instinctively to meet yours and end up pushing his length even deeper inside you. Riding him puts you in a position to determine your own pace, and you set one that is both energetic and sharp, making sure that every time you impale yourself on him it is a quick and decisive stroke that makes your grasping, soaking pussy squeeze him just as tightly as the first.

“Gods.” He moans, barely able to tear his eyes from your beautiful form to see Ellaria riding Oberyn with much the same enthusiasm. It’s positively sinful and he doesn’t know if he’s seen a more beautiful sight than this foursome.

“Pray to your lover,” Ellaria quips, leaning over to stroke your shoulder lovingly as she keeps her other hand buried in Oberyn’s curls. “She is goddess enough.”

He couldn’t agree more. “And your prince is a god among men.” He breathes. “One that I wish to serve.”

Leaning down to nip at Raeden’s ear, you moan into his neck and he thrusts up into you and nearly giggle at the delirious feeling of pleasure. “You will not be disappointed.” You can absolutely promise him that.

“Would you want to watch?” He asks breathlessly.

Drawing back from him slowly, with both of your hands cupping his jaw, and your eyes finding his in the candlelight, you nod seriously. “If you wish it. I would enjoy seeing your pleasure.”

Oberyn groans. “Gods, we will have our own orgy.” He vows. “Just the four of us.”

“We could have it anytime you want, husband.” With the revelation of what all of you mean to each other, your hesitations have fled. Nothing stands in the way of enjoying each other completely - at least not as far as you are concerned.

He groans and nods. His fingers tightening on his lover’s hips as he fucks up into her. “My star. My sun. My stone.”

"Right now you are both stone," you tease, grinding down in Raeden's lap and moaning loudly again when his hands push you down to take that much more of his length.

“Of course.” Raeden chuckles. “Two of the most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms are on our cocks.”

"You would both live like this." Ellaria muses aloud, her honeyed voice deeper and raspier with each thrust from Oberyn. "Walking around with us on your cocks for everyone to see how we writhe for you."

“You know me so well.” Oberyn grunts. “He would love it too, I know it. I have heard the sounds of your fucking.”

"Soon you will be the one to make him shout," Ellaria predicts without hesitation. She throws her head back and moans with genuine enthusiasm when Oberyn twitches inside her, obviously enjoying the thought of that immensely.

Raeden would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so fucking turned on, unable to believe that he ever had any doubts of this union between you and the prince.

Grunts and groans take over again, a symphony of carnal pleasure as both men chase the fantasy of each other as well as the reality of the women who were bound to their souls from the very start. Every throaty cry and slap of skin is in perfect harmony and when you reach out to caress Ellaria's sweat-slicked side, she catches your fingers in her own and laces them together tightly. You will take this ride together, it seems to say, so you lean over to tangle yourselves up in a kiss as well.

The men watch, caught up in the beauty of the moment. Too far away from each other to engage in their own kiss, although Raeden’s lips ache with need. Instead, he concentrates on lavishing attention on your body. Sucking and kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

It is with Raeden’s unwavering attentions and the needy increase in his upward thrusts that you are the first to cum. It could have easily been poured into Ellaria’s kiss but you gasp for a breath — letting the sound of your shuddering moan out into the night air and calling Raeden’s name with it. So many silent encounters had marked the beginning of your relationship that it feels freeing and vulnerable in equal measure to cry his name into the nighttime the way you have been Oberyn’s.

“Beautiful.” Ellaria breathes out, watching you with dark eyes that are shining with lust and love. Free now that you know and approve, she feels as if a weight has been lifted. There was never a desire to do anything other than protect you.

"You will be next, love," Raeden rasps out, knowing that Oberyn will have her teetering on the edge of pleasure well before the prince himself lets go.

“Yes she will.” Oberyn hisses out, snapping his hips up harshly and digging his fingers into his lover’s thighs.

It is Ellaria’s cry that saturates the room this time, as her head drops back and she continues to bounce on Oberyn’s cock. Her throaty laugh of pleasure and delight is triumphant. Her unbridled joy at being in Oberyn’s arms again is obvious, but it does not keep her from reaching for you again the way you did for her – tangling your fingers together and squeezing your hands tight as her cries become higher and more breathless.

Oberyn groans her name, watching as your fingers knot together and hold tight. His worry that you and Ellaria would be at odds for the marks you bear is now non-existent. He closes his eyes and increases his own pace, eager to fill his lover again. He's enjoyed the sex with you, he's loved it, but he needs this connection with her.

The beauty of the moment is what causes you to slow your pace in Raeden's lap. Watching the two of them together is like watching art be created, with their passion and their love for each other shining through every moment of togetherness. There is no shame in watching, no discomfort or uneasiness, and you devour the sight in front of you with awe as Ellaria cums with a languid moan only for Oberyn to follow immediately after.

Oberyn's head tilts back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows after a loud moan. Throbbing as he spills deep within his lover's womb and he knows that it won't take. Not with her drinking her tea. "My sun, fuck, I love you."

Ellaria shudders, shaking above him, letting her entire body concentrate on the feeling of bearing down on his length and being flooded with his seed once more before she curls over and buries her face in his neck. "How I love you," she whispers, sighing happily against his hot skin.

Humming, his dark eyes slide over to Raeden. "Fill my princess up, lover." He commands the other man. While he might not have been intimate with him yet, it was only a matter of time.

Raeden takes the order for all he is worth, overlarge hands digging into the flesh of your hips as he pulls you down on to his length once more and sets a quick, needy pace. Watching the three of you come apart in front of him had his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you even when your movements were subtle.

"Turn her over." Oberyn grunts, watching while his cock softens inside Ellaria. "Take charge and fuck her like she needs to be fucked." He knows you enjoy a firmer touch and now that you are being honest, it's time for you to get what you need.

He never has before, and you look down at Raeden with your bottom lip between your teeth. "Would you, love?"

"I–I won't hurt the child?" He asks you and then looks towards your husband. The last thing he wants is to put Oberyn's heir in jeopardy. He's always heard ladies are delicate when they are expecting.

"Do not worry," Ellaria promises, now lying languidly in Oberyn's arms like a contented cat. "No cock in the world is long enough or sharp enough to harm the babe where she lies. And your love will have many more days of wanting all of us before she grows uncomfortable or too sensitive for physical pleasure."

He knows Ellaria would not mince words if she felt it was the wrong thing to do. Oberyn either. His own need to belong and do the right thing to make up for his bastardy still is an obstacle to overcome. He nods and his gaze darkens when he looks back at you, his jaw flexing and he gives himself a moment before he is flipping you onto your back and driving his cock back into you like a battering ram against a gate.

"GODS!" It happens almost too fast to realize what he is doing before you are on your back, sprawled out on the chaise with your head practically in Oberyn and Ellaria's laps. It is the kind of force you expect from your husband -- not from your paramour -- and to find them both capable of it makes you wish that Oberyn could be hard again immediately so you could be shared between them.

"Good, lover." Ellaria coos. "Make her scream for all the keep to hear. Show the kingdom how a good man fucks his girl."

His pace is near brutal, working you up again so quickly and mercilessly that you are crying out to the heavens in no time with a chant of his name over and over again. Even with Ellaria’s nimble fingers plucking at your aching hard nipples and Oberyn’s hand hovering tantalizingly close to your throat, it is praise for Raeden that has your mind blurry and your senses muddled. The only thing that matters is that you get to feel him fill you again, and this time when he does you will be exhausted and cock drunk in bliss.

“Cum in your lover, my stone, and I will lick it out of her.” Oberyn vows, watching the man’s ass flex and his muscles ripple as he fucks you. Enjoying the lewd and titillating sight.

With a promise like that, Raeden cannot help himself. His thrusts turn frantic after fewer than a dozen more, his pace faltering and your strangled praises becoming breathless keens of pleasure until the single bare thread of control he has left snaps and he buries his cock deep inside you one more time. A flood of his seed fills every crevice in your body - and every inch of you sings for him as he slumps against you a moment later.

Oberyn and Ellaria on top of him, shuffle closer as he caresses Raeden’s back. Enjoying the fucked out look on both of your faces and he hums in pleasure at what will be later. Raeden turns his head and the prince grips his chin to urge him to lift up. Pressing his lips to the other man’s in a sensual exchange. Many fraught days have brought the four of you here, but now that all has been revealed it will be a smoother course for your intertwined souls.

______

Master Tags: @pixiedurango @chattychell @winter-fox-queen @lady-himbo @artsymaddie @princess76179 @paintballkid711 @missminkylove @pedrosbrat @ew-erin @sarahjkl82-blog @sharkbait77 @justanotherblonde23 @lv7867 @recklesswit @mylittlesenaar @f0rever15elf @gallowsjoker @steeevienicks @athalien @sherala007 @skvatnavle @thatpinkshirt @jaime1110 @girlimjusttryingtoreadfanfics @goodgriefitsawildworld @greeneyedblondie44 @katheriner1999 @littlemousedroid @harriedandharassed @churchill356 @ajathegreats-blog @haylzcyon   @beardsanddetectives @kirsteng42 @ladykatakuri @adancedivasmom @madiebear @tanzthompson @emilianamason @bigsdinger @xocalliexo @pedr0swh0r3 @avaleineandafryingpan @charlyrmv @avidreader73 @iceclaw101 @loveslide @elegantduckturtle @becsworld @julesonrecord @its-nebuleuse @itsrubberbisquit

My Masterlist!

[ficsilike-reblogged]

Sweetest of Exiles - Three

A/N: We have reached the end, my loves. As always, all my love to anyone and anyone who read/liked/reblogged and commented on previous chapters. I love you all very much. I allude to a few things that actually happen in ASoIaF lore, so if you have any questions, please just ask!

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (no Y/N), Oberyn Martell x Pero Tovar, Pero Tovar x F!Reader, Ellaria Sand x Oberyn Martell

Warnings for this Chapter: Too much backstory, angst, a threesome, oral (male receiving, female receiving), my uncontrollable need for a happy ending.

Word Count: 6.3k (I need to be stopped)

(banner by my darling @starlight-starwrites​) 

Or read on Ao3 here!

CHAPTER THREE: The Blessed

The sight of Qohor on the horizon almost put tears in her eyes.

She rested her head on her folded arms in the window of the carriage, and watched it grow closer and closer. Home. She was finally home.

But her eyes drifted to the prince and her mercenary as they led the small group toward the city gates. They were quite the pair. And, at least for a few stolen moments, they were all hers.

Most of Oberyn’s company had stayed in Myr, now newly employed by Orestes who had been catapulted to near-royalty status with his wild tales of how his household put down a foreign threat. If his ego had been bruised by her refusing his last-minute proposal, hastily given at the gates of the city and just as easily rejected, he did not show it as he waved them off with a small smile.

Orestes would be fine—she knew it. But his life no longer involved her, no matter his attempts to keep her at his side. No, her future remained unclear. To her, anyway. Her god had not permitted her visions of her own life—perhaps that was for the best.

Again, her eyes drifted to the pair of Oberyn and Pero. And what a pair they were—handsome and startlingly similar in so many ways but different in so many others. While she had been blessed by her god, she considered herself doubly blessed simply for having this pair of men in her life.

The large gates opened and she pulled in a hearty lungful of air, tasting the familiar spices and letting the hint of burnt and cut wood tickle her nose. Nothing compared. And now she had smelt different cities, seen and tasted what they had to offer—she knew nothing could compare. And while she could travel again, she knew that no other place would replace her home.

She called for the carriage to slow to a stop in front of a familiar stone-sided bazaar stall. It was hardly the most eye-catching stall on the cobbled road but it was her favorite. She opened the door before the carriage was completely stopped and she leapt out, pushing by a few possible buyers, and found her father waiting for her with open arms.

His familiar and wonderful arms wrapped around her and he murmured her name into her ear, the word tinged with relief and love. “I shall not have you leave my sight for as long as there is breath in my lungs, my darling.”

“And I shall agree to that, papa.” She pulled back just enough to press a kiss to his grizzled cheek. She turned at the sound of two more people entering the stall and smiled. “Lord Ollo, may I present Prince Oberyn Nymeros Martell—and, of course, you remember Pero Tovar.”

She felt her father stiffen, just for a moment, before he stepped in front of her and greeted the two men. Interesting.

**

She tried to tell herself that it did not hurt when Pero turned away from her after supper, telling her father he wanted to retrace his childhood footsteps with Oberyn. She tried to tell herself that it did not hurt when he was not in the room her father provided for him when she went to speak to him in the middle of the night. She tried to tell herself that it did not hurt when he did not even blink when she presented him with a blue rose and asked if he remembered that day in the forest.

She told herself it did not hurt. But it did.

At least Oberyn was still able to make her smile. He always kissed her goodnight (whether he visited her bedchambers or not) and pulled her into a dance in the cobbled streets when a handful of bards broke into song on a crowded street when she had been showing the prince around the expansive city. “He does not know what he does, Petal. Give him time.”

And perhaps she was being childish, hoping that Pero seeing his old home would bring back his smiles and his affinity for her company, too. But she only nodded at Oberyn’s suggestion and let him lead her in another dance before they set off toward another part of the city, promising him the best spiced hippocras this side of the Narrow Sea. The threat of the zealots had been dealt with—she should be happy. She survived. Her father’s secrets were safe, too.

But when it was quiet on her fifth night back in her own rooms, she knew she could not wait any longer. After pulling on her dressing gown, she sought out her father in his chambers—unsurprised to see him whittling at a chunk of wood instead of sleeping with the late hour. He had not kept regular sleeping hours since her mother had disappeared.

“You should be sleeping, my darling.”

“As should you, papa.” She settled into the cushioned chair beside his working table with a sigh. “Has Pero spoken with you?”

Her father looked at her for a moment before setting down his tools and the bit of wood that was starting to look like a serpent. “He has been cordial, as he always has been. Possibly a bit more unpolished than he had been as a boy—but that was to be expected. It is not often that one meets a well-mannered sellsword.” He almost smiled but it did not last. “I know he has been…different.”

“Has he told you why he left?” She asked, needing to know. Surely her father knew. Right?

But Ollo’s mouth set in a familiar, hard line and he looked away from her. “I had to do it, darling.”

She felt her face crumple at his words. “What do you mean? You were the reason-”

“I sent him away. It was for the best.”

“But…why? Why did you send him away?”

Her father stared at her, lips still set in a firm line before a long breath. “Do you not remember… the day your mother left. You, my darling, hurt Pero. Nearly took his eye.”

“No! No, I…” the words died on her tongue as she tried, tried so hard to remember the day her mother left. Her lady mother had pressed the blue rose petals to her skin and then she had escaped to the forest with Pero, not knowing that would be the last time she would look upon her mother’s face. He had been so sweet. So full of smiles. So different from the hardened man who still held her heart.

She watched the petals float away with the wind and felt something warm slide down her spine—it reminded her of her mother’s calming touch, soothing her when night terrors would keep her awake.

“Petal,” Pero whispered. And she knew it was for her, a name just for her.

But then the gentle warmth turned to a scorching heat and her vision turned dark.

The next thing she remembered was waking on the forest floor, a gentle sprinkling of dew on her cheeks and Pero nowhere to be found.

“I doubt he remembers anything,” her father said as he shook his head. “He stumbled in, face covered in blood. He muttered something about petals and then slumped over on the floor.” He paused. “Just before he completely lost consciousness, he murmured your name and how your eyes had gone white.” Her father paused again. “I knew then what had happened. It had happened with your mother, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your mother’s gift, like yours, needed control. She needed to control it or it would control her. Her control slipped. Just once.”

“What happened?” She sat forward in her chair, needing to know what he had seen.

“It looked like someone, something else had inhabited her skin. Only for a moment. She held out a hand and then I felt the room shake. Like the world was trying to break itself open. And then she took a breath and the shaking stopped.”

“Is that all?”

Her father’s mouth once again set in a familiar firm line. “My darling girl, she leveled two dozen trees—cracked them from the trunks without leaving the room. And after she came back to herself, she told me that she had no idea what had transpired. All she remembered was darkness and a sensation akin to sticking her hand in my forge’s fire. And while she had sworn she had not ever done that before, I remembered it happening. It was the night you were born. The entire city shook—I know it—screaming with you as you entered the world.”

She felt her face fall.

“You toppled part of the city with your first breaths, my darling.” Ollo reached out to gently grasp his daughter’s hands and squeezed. “Your mother was always very careful with teaching you about control.”

“Yes, I remember that.” And she did. Her mother had been adamant to sit her down every day to teach her when to realize something was spiraling, her control was slipping—anything like that. And she had always thought she had learned those lessons. But apparently not.

“Something within you, reached out grabbed at whatever living thing was closest to you—needing blood to flourish. It just happened to be Pero.”

Tears stung her eyes and she looked away from her father, not wanting him to see anymore of her shame. “So you sent him away. To protect him.”

“To protect you both. I knew you would never forgive yourself if you had hurt him again—or taken his life. And I knew he would have willingly given anything to you without thought. I had to separate you to keep you both alive—at least until I was sure you could protect yourself.” He shook his head. “I considered it another small blessing that neither one of you remembered what had transpired. Your memories would not be tainted.” Ollo looked like he wanted to say more but was trying to read her face before he continued. He must have seen her heartbreak, because with a final, defeated sigh, he spoke again. “Your mother left because your power was growing—evolving far faster than she had ever seen or heard, even within her own bloodline. She needed to know why. She wanted to do everything in her power to make sure her daughter, her most prized creation, was safe and protected. Even if it was from yourself.”

“But she never returned,” she said. “She never came back.”

Ollo nodded. “But you are old enough now—you have been old enough for quite some time, actually, but I did not want to admit that to myself—to know what happened to her.” He stood and left the room, returning a few moments later with a roll of parchment. A broken golden seal was stamped on it, curled horns and crossed swords. It was her family’s crest. The parchment felt brittle under her fingers as she took it from her father and she carefully unfurled it.

Within the first handful of words, she had to press the back of her hand to her mouth to keep the cry at bay. Her mother—her fierce, beautiful, powerful mother—had set off toward Asshai in search of answers. Answers as to why her little daughter could do such unimaginable things with ease. Why her magic was growing at a rate not thought of in centuries. But she did not find answers. What she found instead, were a group of zealots, also demanding answers from their bloodthirsty god. And their god had required blood, magical blood, and Valyrian Steel. While Daeryssa had evaded them for a moment, she wrote in her missive that she knew her time was limited. After all, she had seen it.

My dear Ollo, I only wish to have been able to look upon your sweet face again and watch our daughter grow strong and beautiful. I am sorry, my love. I know I will see you again in the next life.

With a shaking hand, she handed the parchment back to her father and he quietly slipped away to hide the bit of paper again. She stared out the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze. “I have ruined your life. Pero’s life. Mother’s life. What good is this gift if it only breeds heartbreak?”

Her father’s roughened hands suddenly reached out to grab hers, the familiar scratchy warmth of his hold nearly made tears come to her eyes. “You, my darling, are powerful. Never forget that—and what you are capable of is not a burden or only capable of destruction. You are the heir to your mother’s blood. To her power—the power her family has carried for centuries. Before the Doom. Before the Dragons—and after. And your mother loved you—loves you still, as I do. What she did for you, I know she would have done a thousand times over if it meant you lived, if it meant you smiled.”

She shook her head, feeling the first tears slip down her cheeks. “But I-”

“No, darling. No. You are powerful. You are blessed. Never think to forsake it. He leads us down a path we must follow. I am just sorry that this road has been so cruel to you and Pero. You deserve kindness. Both of you.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, like he used to do when she was little and had crawled into his lap to watch him work. “I will speak with Pero. But I believe you should as well.” He patted her cheek and gently wiped her tears away. “But first, you must sleep, darling.”

**

“Keep your eyes closed, Petal,” Oberyn hummed into her ear.

She could only laugh and do as she was told, letting Oberyn tug her forward with a gentle grip on her hands.

Oberyn had taken to Qohor easily—and he was fond of almost everything he could find within the city and its famed forest. But she knew the prince missed home, missed Dorne, and his family fiercely. So, she let him do whatever he wanted, let him show her whatever treasure he had discovered and would delight in it with him—even if she had grown up with those little treats, trinkets, and experiences he found so amusing. She would deny him nothing. She only cared to have him smile.

But today, she could not discern what path he was leading her on—and that was a feat in and of itself. A root catching her foot made her stumble but Oberyn quickly righted her footing and kissed her hands with a laugh. “Careful, Petal. I will not have you hurting yourself.”

She only held his hands tighter and let him continue to lead her forward to some unknown destination. But, soon enough, he pulled her to a stop with a laugh.

“Open your eyes, Petal. We are here.”

She did as she was told and had to blink against the sunlight as it streamed through the thick canopy of the forest. Moss-covered stone and soft grass gave way to large, ancient trunks of trees. Truly, it could have been anywhere in the forest—a forest she had grown up in and loved since she could walk on her own—but this place, this one place of sunshine, was magical.

But maybe it was the fact that Pero was nervously pacing on the edge of a finely women blanket that was stacked with a bit of food and an abundance of wine. Pero had shed his usual armor and was left in his worn, gray tunic and linen breeches. He looked…soft and nervous.

“I almost thought you would have left us with crumbs, Tovar. I am surprised there is still food left.”

Tovar’s pacing ceased and he frowned but his dark eyes quickly flitted to her before his shoulders dropped. “You’re here.”

She felt herself smiling at that, the thought that he did not think she would come if he was present was funny. But she bit back her laugh. “Of course I’m here. I don’t believe either one of us can tell our prince ‘no’ under any circumstances.”

“It is part of my charm,” Oberyn said with a wink in her direction before gently pushing her toward the blanket. “Come now, Petal. Our Pero has managed to raid the best taverns and alehouse to bring us the best feast imaginable.”

As she settled on the blanket, she held out a hand toward Pero who still stood stock-still at the edge. Perhaps she could have brushed aside another rejection, but she hoped she would not have to—after all, he had been the one to set this fete up. For her. For them.

And all her worries were washed away when he placed his calloused hand in hers and let her tug him onto the blanket at her side. “What would you suggest first, Pero? It all looks delicious.”

And so, the three of them settled in, partaking in the admittedly delicious foods and wines Pero had procured and soon they were laughing and speaking and smiling as if there had never been any hurt or confusion between them. And perhaps, one day it could always be like that. But the alcohol continued to flow and each of them, she knew, were starting to feel it and their tongues loosened with each new sip. Inhibitions slipped. Laughs grew louder. And she let herself fall against Pero’s side as Oberyn regaled them with a tale about evading Yronwood’s guards on his way to visit his lady-wife’s chambers. Pero easily adjusted her, letting her rest against his muscular thigh and his fingers trailed, almost absentmindedly, down and across the exposed skin of her collarbone as he would snicker at Oberyn’s stories. “You are a braggart, princeling.”

And perhaps she would have also poked fun at Oberyn if she hadn’t been so transfixed with Pero’s gentle touch. Her eyes fluttered close in a wine-fueled haze, letting herself truly enjoy the easy touch of the man she had loved for most of her life.

“I am a Prince of Dorne!” Oberyn cheered.

“Did you have me haul this out here like a poor pack mule so you could tell us these ridiculous stories?”

Oberyn hmphed and almost glared at Pero but a teasing smile softened the expression. “I had a plan. You two are impossible. I could not sit idly by while you both sulk and cry like children. I love you both. You love each other. You just need a bit of guidance.” He waved a hand at the blanket and discarded bottles.

She looked up at Pero to see him looking down at her, fingers paused their ministrations on her skin.

“Of course, not everything will be fixed with a bit of wine,” said Oberyn, ever the expert. “But it is good to let yourself feel something.” Oberyn leaned forward, smile growing, and stole the last bit of overpriced but delicious hippocras from the jug she had been clutching to her side. “Love is simply the best thing to feel. And if anyone in this world deserves to feel it, it is you two.”

“We love you too, Oberyn,” she said, knowing it was true. And Pero hummed his agreement.

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk. “I am easy to love.”

With that strange admission, they continued to drink and eat. But now, touches started to linger. Gazes grew heated. And then Oberyn kissed her as she sat nearly in Pero’s lap. She felt him smile against her mouth before he stole another kiss and sat back on his heels with a wink. But his heated gaze quickly turned to Pero. “Kiss her, Pero. Kiss her as if your life depends on it. And perhaps it does.”

Pero’s hands were warm and calloused as they gently framed her face. She could have sworn his fingers were shaking before she pushed forward to press her lips against his. And he tasted…like paradise.

it would be impossible to know when the laces were starting to be undone, or who slipped their tunic off first. But soon they were bare and hands were grasping and touching and groping.

The haze of the wine and the euphoria of their touch had her gasping and moaning—even before Oberyn’s talented fingers found their way between her thighs. And then Pero’s hand was joining as his mouth dragged down the column of her throat. She bucked up into their touch, only earning a hand pressing down against her stomach and a familiar chuckle in her ear. “Patience, Petal. We will take care of you.”

“But I…” her breath stuttered. “I want to take care you, too.”

Pero carefully pulled his hand back and swatted at Oberyn until he could press her down into the blanket, warm hands pushing her legs apart before leaning down to lick against her pussy and Oberyn devoured the moan she let out.

It did not take long for her to scream in ecstasy against the prince’s mouth—she had never come so fast.

In a daze, she turned her head and took Oberyn’s cock into her mouth, bobbing her head down as much as she was able, and his answering groans were near music to her ears. But soon—too soon—his hands were gently pulling her off of him and licked into her mouth as Pero finally stopped licking at her, and trailed a line of kisses up her stomach to lathe attention at her breasts.

“Can you take us both, Petal?”

She could only nod against Oberyn’s mouth at his question—she would do anything either of them asked.

And carefully, with a bit of reverence in each of their touches, the pair positioned her between them on her knees. Pero was at her front, Oberyn at her back. And she shuttered as something cool was dripped down her back.

It was all in a haze, how they moved to keep her comfortable but still rob the air from her lungs. And she was so full—so deliciously full. Four hands cradled her softly as she adjusted and words of encouragement were whispered against her neck or kisses pressed to her cheeks. It was all so…beautifully stimulating. So wonderfully filled.

And then they began to move.

They were everywhere at once, devouring every sense she had. All of it, all of her, belonged to them in that moment. And she loved it. Loved the slow and harsh thrusts they gave. Loved the slide of their tongues against hers or the sting of their teeth against her skin.

She felt a tightness in her core that she had never before experienced, and she gasped into Pero’s mouth as his hips continued to thrust and Oberyn matched his tempo.

“You’re doing so well, Petal.” Oberyn bit out a curse against her throat. “You feel like heaven.”

“Oh please,” she breathed out, “please-please-please.” She did not know what she was begging for, but the pair readily gave it. Moving their hips in tandem, they dragged her higher and higher until tears were pricking at her eyes and she screamed with her release, feeling the coil snap and bite. It was soon followed by a beautiful, heady warmth and her men groaning into her skin and biting at her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” Pero whispered against her sweat-slick skin. “So beautiful.”

“And so are you, Pero. You’re beautiful,” she hummed in return. She turned her head and managed to steal a kiss against Oberyn’s panting mouth. “And you are, too, my prince.”

And again, carefully and with veneration, they pulled away from her and let her rest against the rumpled blanket. A cold cloth was pressed between her thighs, cleaning her up as kisses upon kisses were pressed against her heated skin and her slick, smiling lips.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,” Pero chanted. “My beautiful Petal.”

**

Oberyn was quiet. That in and of itself was strange—but the rigidity of his posture was even stranger. A small strip of parchment was crumpled in his hand. Something was wrong.

Carefully, slowly, she approached him and slipped her fingers around his, taking the parchment from his grasp. The horror she read in such few lines had her cupping a hand over her mouth to hide her gasp. His sister, her babies, his uncle—all of them gone in brutal ways. And now the men responsible were ruling the Seven Kingdoms.

“I must go back to Westeros,” was all Oberyn said.

She only nodded. She would never deny him his wrath.

And so, their time together came to a close. She had known it was coming, and Pero seemed to know it, too. When he learned of Oberyn’s decision to leave, he only nodded and held her as she cried. He was fond of holding her, it seemed. Even when he did not speak. And she did wish for him to speak—she still had questions that needed answers—but she had to be content with this for now.

He continued to hold her, arms wrapped around her waist, as they met Oberyn at the city gates to see him off. The gift she had brought was heavy in her arms as she watched Oberyn tie his packs to the horse. Tears gathered in her eyes as she held the gift up toward her prince and he took the wrapped package with a nod and untied it carefully. The spear glinted in the sunlight and the wooden handle was carved with a snake, its open maw biting at the metal. It was Valyrian Steel, forged and constructed only for him. “A gift for you. A token of my and my father’s thanks for all you have done.”

She smiled as Oberyn took the spear and twirled it just once, before nodding, the barest trace of a smile on his lips. She considered it a small victory, seeing him smile once more. Just before he left, she pressed a kiss to Oberyn’s lips and then Pero did the same.

“Be safe, my prince.”

The Prince of Dorne only nodded. “I will see you again, my friends. I promise you that.” And then…he was gone.

**

It took some time for her to find Pero in the bazaar. He had taken to working with her father, learning the trade and secret art behind Valyrian Steel. While he still scared some of the Qohorik people, he was gentle with the little ones who wandered away from their mothers and into her father’s stall. His sword had been retired in all but oath. And he seemed to become even more pensive and quiet after Oberyn’s departure. And it almost broke her heart all over again. But she was tired of being hurt. And she wanted answers. So, on the third night after Oberyn left, she slipped into his chambers.

She kneeled on his featherbed and smiled when he startled awake and reached for a blade she knew was hiding beneath his pillow. She pulled it from his grasp and set it aside as he blinked against the dim candlelight of his room.

“Tell me, Pero. Tell me why you left me all those years ago. I cannot bear it any longer. If you must leave me again, leave me as Oberyn did, please give me a reason. That is all I ask. You know you have my heart, I only wish to know yours.”

Pero frowned. “You’ve chosen quite the hour for this question, Petal. Could it not have waited until morning?” But he continued on without waiting for her answer, but his dark eyes fell to the blankets across his waist. “My family’s name had been tarnished by my father’s deeds. What more would having a woodcutter as a son do? It was not as if I could marry and help my family’s prospects. The least I could do was give them a bit of coin to survive. So, I came here and found work with your family. And then…” his dark eyes finally raised to meet hers. “My priorities changed. I only ever wanted to prove myself to you, to your father, to know I was worthy to be at your side. But then I was sent away. Like a little beggar. I knew then that I had been deceiving myself in thinking that I could ever call you mine.”

“But I am. I am yours. I always have been and always will be—even if you send me away and curse my name. I am yours. It was my fault you were sent away. You did nothing wrong. My father adores you. Mother loved you. This was my doing. I…hurt you, Pero. My father sent you away to keep you alive. I did not have control.” She reached up and placed her hand against his cheek, thumb catching the end of the scar below his eye. “Your blood—it called to me. I did not, could not control it. And I hurt you. Father suspects you do not remember it.”

Pero shook his head but she did not remove her hand from his face, unable to part from his warmth again.

“I have only the faintest memory of it and, truthfully, it may be only shaped by my father’s account of the incident. But it was my fault. It was me. If anything had been different, if I had been better, you could have stayed.” Tears once again stung at her eyes. “Can you ever forgive me?”

He was quiet for a moment before, ever so quietly, he said, “there is nothing to forgive. We have both wasted enough time, wouldn’t you agree?”

She could only nod before a happy sob wrenched its way out of her throat and she threw her arms around him, pressing her lips against his over and over again, uncaring of his rumbling laughter. His grip tightened, nearly to the point of pain, before she was lifted off her feet and spun around.

They were suddenly ten years younger and without a care in the world.

“I love you, Petal,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I love you, too.”

She had Pero in her hands again. And she would never let him go.

**

Years passed. And while the pair did take a handful of travels outside Qohor, they always returned to Qohor and the city’s comforting forest and dark stone. When the smallest Tovar came screaming into the world exactly a year after they said their quiet vows in the familiar shadow of the forest, they all decided that their travels would not take them from their home until they knew that their child, a precocious little boy who loved to sit on his grandfather’s lap and watch him work when he was not tugging on his mother’s skirts for attention, could fend for himself.

Another two years passed and another babe was born. This time, they had a little girl. Pero—just as he had been with their son—was smitten the moment he set eyes on their dark hair and gentle eyes. Like her mother, the little one inherited the gift.

She felt tears coming to her eyes when Pero rolled toward her in their overstuffed featherbed and grasped her hands. “I swear to you, our little girl will not suffer as we did. Our boy will know only happiness. On my life, on my blood, I swear it.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, knowing his words to be true.

Her gift flourished with Pero at her side and her children’s laughter ringing in her ears. There was peace in her life, for the most part.

Ravens from Dorne came often. Oberyn was keen on retaining his friendship with the pair and they were always happy to receive his missives and send a lengthy letter back in return. There was a certain anger in most of his letters now, or sadness. Even when he spoke of his love, Ellaria, or announced the birth of his daughter Elia, she and Pero knew he was still grieving. He would always grieve. The prince’s heart was too big to truly heal.

The latest raven arrived on a cold morning, its wings dotted with dew. She stroked under the bird’s neck and it flapped its wings in thanks before flying off after she untied the small bit of parchment from around its leg.

She unfurled it with a sigh, recognizing the handwriting instantly. As soon as she was finished reading it, she found Pero in the small forge outside their home and handed it over. She watched him read it before throwing the paper into the fire, its contents meant to be a secret.

Pero held the sword he was forging into a tub of water and looked at her over the rising steam. “We must go to Braavos.”

The children were happy to spend time alone with their grandfather but did cling to their mother’s skirts and father’s trousers before they left and Pero kept turning back on his horse to look at them as they waved at their parents.

“They will be fine, my love,” she said with a smile, blowing a final kiss toward her precious children.

“I know,” Pero grumbled. “But I still do not like it.”

She reached out and grasped her husband’s hand and squeezed. “We will return before they can even start to miss us. But our prince needs us. He would do the same if it were us asking.”

And thankfully, the trip from Qohor to Braavos was less than exciting and they arrived the day Oberyn’s boat was set to appear, too. They knew that Oberyn had come to Braavos on business he spoke of in code in the missive. Meetings with a Pentoshi Magistrate by the name of Illyrio Mopatis. A marriage pact. A secret alliance. It was all so clandestine. She only hoped Oberyn would not suffer any more than he already had.

But they settled into their rooms and then dashed toward the port. The orange and golden sails of a foreign ship were a delight to see—as was Oberyn walking down a gangplank, dressed in a fine golden robe. His dark eyes spotted them and he raised a hand in greeting, smile splitting his face as he walked toward them.

She smiled as she noticed the beautiful woman on Oberyn’s arm, her belly gently swelling with child. The woman she had seen—she was even more beautiful than her mind could have conjured.

“My friends, this is my paramour, Ellaria Sand. My love,” Oberyn started, stretching out his arm toward her and Pero, “these are my two dear friends. Pero Tovar and his lady-wife-”

“You must call me Petal,” she said, stepping forward to grasp Ellaria’s hands. “I feel as if we are friends already.”

Ellaria smiled and squeezed her hands. “I feel the same. Oberyn has told me much about his adventures at your side.”

Pero let Oberyn pull him into a hug in greeting before the four of them walked further into the city, knowing they had time before Oberyn was to meet with the magistrate. They spoke of their time apart, telling each other what they had missed. Ellaria easily proved herself to be a fierce friend and she found herself whispering into Ellaria’s ear like they were just girls again while Pero and Oberyn challenged each other to a drinking game.

It was all so…easy. It almost made her forget the reason behind Oberyn’s presence in the city.

A sudden hiss of pain caught her attention and she turned to see Oberyn shaking his hand, a broken chalice on the table in front of him. Without thought, she reached out and grasped his bloodied hand, staunching the blood with her fingers.

“Petal…” Ellaria’s words faded as she pulled back to see Oberyn’s hand already starting to heal.

Oberyn huffed out a laugh and kissed her bloodied fingers in thanks. “You are still to kind and talented for your own good, Petal.”

She glanced at the Ellaria and winked, “I know your prince told you about me. Don’t be scared.” Almost unconsciously, she wiped her hands clear of his blood on the strip of linen she had been using as a napkin during their meal. Almost clear. As she took a bite of her food and licked her finger clean.

She froze.

“Petal?” Pero whispered, his hand finding hers under the table.

“Beware the fallen mountain. It will rise again,” she said, hearing her voice but not recognizing it. And as soon as it started, the gift released its grip on her and she felt something cold slide down her spine.

Oberyn and Ellaria were staring at her, eyes wide, from across the table and Pero’s hand was gripping hers tightly. “What does that mean?” Ellaria asked.

She could only shake her head. “I do not know. Only time will tell.”

**

Oberyn seemed hopeful when he told them goodbye. And Ellaria was smiling, still cradling her growing bump as she held both of them close and told them she would send a raven when the newest Sand Snake was welcomed into the world.

They were good people. She knew it.

She leaned against Pero with a sigh, smiling when his arm wrapped around her waist as they watched the boat disappear on the horizon.

“Will we see them again?”

“I know we will,” she answered as she turned to press a kiss against her husband’s cheek. “The world is not done with Oberyn Martell nor Ellaria Sand. I can feel it.”

She felt his smile as he turned his face against hers, pressing his lips to her temple. “Let us go home, then, Petal.” And he kissed her again.

A/N: thanks for taking this adventure with me. I love you all. 

beautiful people who asked to be tagged:  @huliabitch @heatherbel @corrupt-fvcker @justanotherblonde23 @din-damn-djarin @mikariell95​

[sunshinespear]

if i wanted to write an oberyn martell x ellaria sand x male reader fic that’s like maybe 10 chapters long and smut and fun, which one of you wants to be the person who messages me every friday to make sure i’m actually working on it and getting it done?